“There’s a definite element of divine purpose to it,” Gabriel agreed.
To which Michael nodded and murmured, “Very fitting.”
“I can’t believe you guys don’t know this for sure. I mean, you’re the ones with the harps and wings, and those beams of light you come down in to deliver your messages,” Kingston blurted. “Fucking angels. I thought you were all-knowing or some shit.”
“We are. To a point.” Michael’s mouth was pressed into a firm line of disapproval as he glared at the wolf.
“That’s not what all-knowing means, pal.”
The flash of anger in Michael’s eyes would have unnerved me any other time. I’d seen him smite a demon with nothing but a touch to the forehead more than once. But he calmed himself and took a long breath. “Has anyone consulted the book?”
Gavin lifted his long, elegantly fingered hand. “I’ve combed through it a plethora of times. Nothing specific as to the weapon bearers, although for what it’s worth, I also agree with the angels’ consensus.”
“If we’re all just offering up completely unnecessary opinions, I think it should be the other dudes,” Asher said,jerking his finger toward the four horsemen. “I already did the whole ‘banish the pesty bird from the earth thing.’”
“And I already gave up my horns to defeat her,” Pan added.
“Plus, last time I checked, neither of us know how to use a bow.”
“I do,” Rosie offered.
“Us t-too,” Ben said, gesturing to himself and his twin.
“Of course the lumbersnacks are handy with wilderness weapons,” Moira said with a laugh.
“That doesn’t help the whole ‘sexually transmitted dependent’ theory, though,” Remi added, wincing when Rosie elbowed him in the stomach. “Sorry. I’m done.”
“Why can’t the horsemen wield these weapons?” I asked, making my way across the floor to where the four of them stood with Merri in the middle. Lucifer glared at me from his place behind Merri, his hand on her shoulder.
“No one said we can’t.” Chaos stalked to the table where all four of the attuned artifacts had been placed. He reached out for the blade, confident as ever, but instead of taking it up in his grasp, the saber shot across the room and embedded itself in the wall. “What the fuck?”
“Forget how to hold your staff, Chaos?” Grim asked, poking at his brother as he approached the table.
War could not have looked more offended. “It’s not a fucking staff.”
“You know what I meant.”
“You think you’re going to fare better? Go right ahead,” Chaos said, gesturing to the remaining items.
Death reached out for the dagger, and the same thing happened. This time it slammed into the wall a mere inch from my Drystan’s head.
“I beg your pardon,” he complained. “You got dust all over my silk shirt.”
“Well, there goes that theory,” Asher said with a frown. “Did that happen before?”
“No,” Malice said, with a slow shake of his head.
“What changed?”
“This is the first time all four weapons have been together.”
Sunday huffed and stormed to the saber, gripping it and easily yanking it from the wall. “Looks like you guys can’t keep us out of this one.”
Caleb grumbled under his breath, clearly not thrilled his mate was going to be part of this fight. But he should have known better. Fate had not brought these groups together to stand idly by. None of them.
“How’s that gonna work for us?” Asher asked. “I doubt we can learn how to use a bow well enough to face off with our mother.”
Gavin gave Rosie a considering once-over. “I might have a solution for that.”
