“Seriously? You sell me out that easily? I’m offended, sweetheart.” Despite the mock outrage on his face, Angel kisses me before turning to Hazel. “I want a list of everyone you’ve pissed off and why as soon as we get home.”
When Hazel frowns, Angel adds, “I won’t make amends if you had a good reason like Hermes, but I can’t have people scheming behind my back just because they asked about your species or looked at your daggers a certain way.”
Hazel’s face twists in irritation, a low grumble slipping out before she begrudgingly agrees.
Seiji strolls to the window, cracking his neck in slow motion. “Grace? Hand me my inhaler. It’s time to destroy some bitches.”
“But you don’t have asthma. In fact, you can’t—”
“You don’t understand dramatic effect, do you?” At his sassy remark, Grace laughs, raising her hands in the air.
When Angel steps in front of me, blocking me from view, I get this insane urge to kick his knee from behind. I swear on everything in this dumb realm, if he tells me to hide behind him like some damsel in distress, I’m going to punch his pretty face.
Something nudges my hip, and I look down to see Angel holding out his hand for me. He pulls me beside him, turning to me with a devilish smirk, “Ready to kick some ass, sweetheart?”
The mischievous smirk on my mate’s face promises chaos, and I’m here for it. He’s definitely getting extra kisses tonight.
Unstrapping her crossbow, Grace jogs upstairs to cover the large windows and take advantage of the better vantage point.
Angel pulls a soft cloth from Hazel’s bag to wipe the blood from my hands, then kisses me thoroughly before following Grace’s lead to set up camp upstairs.
I shake my head to clear the fog my mate’s touch always leaves. Clearing my throat, I watch the soul twins take cover by the windows on the left while Seiji follows me to the right.
Stealing a glance outside, I can’t tell if these soldiers are idiots or extremely confident because they haven’t even bothered to surround the cabin.
“I can’t believe Heaven is conspiring with the coven. What the fuck did we ever do to them?” I mutter to myself.
“What did we ever do to them, you ask Grim Reaper’sunnaturalchild?” Seiji looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Are you forgetting the war your dear father and uncle caused bybreakinginto Heaven,stealingDivine to make a daughter, then naming her backward Heaven just to get that‘fuck you guys’across?”
“That’s ancient history.”
“History in which they lost. I think we’ve given them plenty of reasons to make a deal with the witches.” Seiji gulps nervously, counting their numbers again.
Victor barks just as the first wave of poisonous arrows flies in our direction. “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance!”
Hazel lifts an eyebrow at me in silent question.
I sigh. “He was Micah’s sidekick.”
Without warning, Hazel aims through the window and fires, her shot landing perfectly between Victor’s eyes.Damngirl.
The thud of Victor’s body hitting the ground shatters the eerie silence. In a blink, Heaven’s soldiers charge forward, firing viciously as they close in on the flimsy structure of the house.
The way Victor’s death deepens their resentment shows just how close Heaven has grown to these snakes.
With a loud cry, a warrior runs straight at the door, slamming into it with enough force to rattle the foundation.
I thought I knew how far someone would go when they had nothing to live for, but watching these warriors charge at the house, breaking our defense without caring about bullets, makes my blood run cold. They know their defeat is imminent, but they’re not walking away without drawing our blood first.
Just like we trained, Angel and Grace stand guard from the second floor over the railing, raining arrows on anyone crossing the trashed doorframe. Harvey and Seiji swap their empty guns for whips and swords, working as a team to cover the left side of the house.
Beside me, Hazel is slicing men open before tossing me two wakizashi swords, which I quickly tuck into my belt. I still have a few bullets left before I’ll need to draw the two mini blades. Together, we start clearing our side of the room as more warriors barge in, struggling to keep the pace.
With our combined efforts, it’s not long before only around thirty warriors are left. The boys are doing a great job of tackling their side, and when I glance over the second time, Grace is standing above Harvey on the dining table, her crossbow dripping with blood.
A sudden pain in my left arm snaps me back just in time to dodge another strike. I don’t know how it happened, but I’m cornered by half a dozen warriors, who’ve chosen me as their sole target, forming a circle around me.
Bloody, Heaven-bound assholes.
