“Then let’s not rush it. We still need to find those weapons and deal with Dagon and whoever he’s working with.”
After they had gotten home Azazel heard from Loki that he was unable to find any information about the knife, so in a sense they were back to square one.
“All right,” Azazel said, getting up. “Come on.”
“What? Where the hell are we going?”
“To deal with Dagon and find those weapons. Synder and Kayne are already dealing with Benito, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Azazel, it’s the middle of the damn night,” Uriel tried to reason with his mate.
“Baby, I’m tired of waiting for us to start our lives, and the longer we let Dagon off, the longer I will have to wait.
Uriel had to admit that Azazel had a strong point. He couldn’t deny his own eagerness to continue their future. “Okay, fine, but tell me you have a plan.” Uriel got out of bed and got dressed.
“No plan in the least,” Azazel said with confidence. "But it will come to me when the time is right. Bring your sword in case we need it."
“So we’re just going to do... what?” Uriel asked, not feeling as confident as his lover.
Azazel smiled. “Show up where he is and drag his ass back to the lower realms.”
Uriel looked at Azazel and wondered where the genius and calculating man he fell in love with had gone. However, like Azazel, he couldn’t come up with a better solution, so he might as well follow along with his lover “Okay, boss, lead the way.”
* * *
They teleportedto just outside the Abandon building. It was a little after midnight, and Azazel knew that Dagon had a habit of working late. The man enjoyed playing hard, but he was also a workaholic. It was one of the reasons Azazel had appointed him to the position of president of the company. He'd been confident that Dagon would find the best talents to bring the company to the forefront.
Azazel was disappointed that Dagon never cared about his vision. Azazel didn’t care that Dagon had his own ideals and wanted to do his own thing, but to betray him and the rest of their kind hurt.
“Are you sure he’s here?” Uriel asked.
The windows of the building were dark save for one office. Azazel pointed to the office where the light was shining bright. “Yeah, he enjoys working late. Come on, let’s go up to his office.”
They teleported inside of the building, straight to Dagon’s office. Azazel was about to open the door but was stopped by Uriel. Azazel looked at his mate, who was watching him with furrowed brows and a finger pressed to his lips.
“Listen,” Uriel mouthed.
Azazel nodded and focused on Dagon’s office and heard two familiar voices and an unfamiliar one.
“Where the hell is Gadriel? He knew I was coming to town,” someone yelled.
Azazel looked at Uriel and saw his mouth move, sayingBenito LaCava.
“Azazel sent him on a secret mission,” Dagon answered in a subdued voice.
“When was this?” The question was asked in a calm voice.
Azazel recognized the new voice, and he looked at Uriel, who seemed as shocked as he was.
Micha.
“I just found out that he was gone a couple of days ago,” Dagon answered.
“And you don’t find that a bit weird?” Micha yelled. “Has Gadriel ever left without telling you, even when he’s on some outing for that damn idiot Azazel, who believes he’s a fucking god?”
Azazel went to burst into the room to punch the shit out of Micha, but Uriel stopped him. “Not yet,” he mouthed. Azazel sighed and nodded, but his anger had spiked.
“My l…Micha, what do you expect me to do?” Dagon whimpered.
