“I was going to pull you off patrol—”
“Forget it. I’m not staying in like some damn invalid!”
“No, you aren’t. I need you all out on the streets. Nik and Dagan filled me in about the disappearing children. It means more trouble is about to hit us. There’s a sect of demons in the Dark Realm who use humans as prizes for their sadistic games. They’re probably going after the homeless kids now because no one really pays much attention to them.”
Except for Kira. She’d even put her life on the line. Anger coiled deep in Týr’s gut at her complete disregard for her safety. It took everything in him to clamp down on his fury.
“Rumor has it they use the children as bait to tempt demons into playing with promises of being rejuvenated by the light found in a human soul, which they get by harvesting saiduntaintedlight through the kid’s blood.”
“And having dark souls, the assholes are tempted by this ultimate prize since they won’t turn demonii.”
Michael nodded, reaching down to scratch Bob’s head and got a happy purr in response. “While some wait for the young to regain his or her strength so they can start the reaping all over again, others drain their victims too quickly. Now, they’ve slipped back into this world and have become bolder, trying to get the kids to restock their supplies.”
A nerve worked Týr’s jaw. “Did you find any of the bastards who knew about this?”
Those shattered blues looked up. “None are talking. Not unless one of us actually goes into the Dark Realm, which isn’t happening. Soon enough, the truth will trickle into this world. Keep your ears open and an eye on the homeless tonight. I’ll be around if you need me. Have to clean up Samael’s mess and find the other two rogue angels who are affiliated with him.” Michael straightened. Bob let out a disgruntled rumble as the archangel headed for the door.
“I have a demon suspect who’s going to meet his contact tonight. I’ll work on him. Dig out the truth.”
Michael glanced back, amusement suffusing his eyes. “Don’t know if I should feel pity for him or not. Just get to the bottom of this.”
Týr stalked into his dressing room, the urge for retribution growing. That demon-fucking-snitch would soon regret the side he’d chosen.
