Sobbing, she crawled over to him and wrenched the halberdfrom his body.He didn’t make a sound, and for a moment afterward, she thoughthe was dead.Diamond dustpoofedin a massive cloudas she gathered him in her arms, but when he took a deep, ragged breath, shecried out in relief.
“What can I do?”she asked.Begged, really.“I won’t hurtyou again.Anything but that.”
Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
“Stop,” he wheezed.“Let it happen.”
Letwhathappen?“I don’t understand.Razr?Please...”
“Shh.”His hand shook as he reached up and traced a fingerover her lips.“You need...to go.”
“No––”
“You...”He swallowed.“You said...you’d do anything.I wantyou to go.”
“Why?”
“Angels.”He shivered violently.“They’re coming.”
Terror turned her blood to ice.They’d kill her.They’d killher to release the Enoch gem from storage.Panic threatened to swamp her, butbefore the diamond dust made another glittery show, she pulled it back.No.Shewould not give in to fear.And she would not give in to Razr.
If angels were coming, she’d stay.
One way or another, Razr’s nightmare was coming to an end.
ChapterFifteen
Razr writhedas Jedda heldhim, her soft hands stroking his hair, the only place her touch didn’t make himwant to scream in pain.Why wouldn’t she leave?They’d won the battle, whichmeant she was free.If she didn’t get the fuck out ofhereshe was going to get caught by whoever showed up to either kill him or torturethe hell out of him, and, while he could accept his fate, there was no way hecould allow harm to come to her.
They wouldhaveto kill him if they hurt her.
He wished he could see her, but Shrike’s lightning strikehad burned his eyes, and now everything was in fuzzy grayscale.Jedda’sbeautiful face was nothing more than a blob of haze.
“I hate this.”She sniffled, and his heart ached.“I hatethis so much.I hate angels for doing this to you!”
“We’re not overly fond of you, either,” came a deep voice.
Jedda jumped, sending a fresh wave of hellish pain and dreadthrough Razr’s body.“Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Gadreel.”
Gadreel...Razr panted through another wave of misery as heran the name through his weary brain.“Gadreel,” he murmured.“Archangel?”
Jedda gasped.“You’re an Archangel?”
“Last time I looked.”
“Can you do something about Razr?Can you stop his pain?”
Instantly, the agony melted from his body, and he saggedagainst Jedda in blessed relief.Relief he had a feeling would be short-lived.At least his vision had cleared.He’d be able to see death coming.
Today, death was a big dude in black slacks, a black shirt,and a long black trench coat.Fitting, Razr supposed.All he was missing was anexecutioner’s hood.
“You two made a mess.”Gadreel looked around the castleruins, his long blond hair blowing in the breeze from the gaping hole in thesouth wall.“And if I’m not mistaken, that decapitated head over there belongsto Darlah.”
Razr struggled to sit up, his body feeling as weak as anewborn’s.He blinked up at the newcomer.The angel looked familiar, but hecouldn’t figure out why.He’dhave rememberedmeetingan Archangel.Maybe he’d seen theguy inpassing atsome point.It wasn’t as if every angel knew every other angel in Heaven, afterall, and Archangels were especially reclusive.
“I didn’t expect you to be here so soon.”Razr rolled hishead to work out a kink in his neck.“MyAzdaiglyph just triggered.”
