Page 61 of Touched By Death

“How the fuck am I gonna get this cleaned up?” I grumble, wincing when I step on a severed finger.

Amenadiel can’t hide the amusement in his eyes as he stands by the grand staircase and stares up at the chandelier. “I’m impressed by her inventiveness. I don’t think I’ve ever impaled someone on a chandelier and torched him.”

Looking green, Dari stares up at the charred corpse, too.

“I repeat, how the fuck am I gonna get this cleaned up before my dad returns?”

Ronan fishes a joint out of his pocket and puts it between his lips. “Hire a cleaning crew.” With a click of his fingers, he lights it. “The question I’d like to know the answer to is, where has the little witch gone?”

My eyes widen. “Fuck!”

Their laughter follows me upstairs as I run to find Genesis. She’s nowhere. The bedroom is empty except for a dead guard chained to the bedframe, his decapitated head sitting neatly on my bedside table.

There’s blood fucking everywhere.

Spinning on my feet, I check all the other rooms, too, but she’s gone.

“No luck?” Alaric asks when I descend the staircase.

I snort a laugh and shake my head, angry with myself for letting her out of my sight. I should have foreseen this. Though how would I know a petite little angel like her could tear through my father’s guard like they were nothing more than toy soldiers?

I come to a halt at the bottom of the stairs and place my hands on my hips. “What the fuck do we do?”

“We need to find her,” Alaric says. “She’s dangerous.”

“Where could she have gone?” Dari asks, sidestepping a large puddle of blood on the floor.

Amenadiel joins us, hands in his pocket. “There’s only one place she’d go.”

He sounds so fucking sure, and for reasons unbeknownst to me, it rubs me the wrong way. Crossing my arms, I sneer, “Yeah, where’s that?”

“She went to search for your dad.”

“And you know this how?”

“As I said,” Amenadiel drawls, “he’s the next one in line to fall under Genesis’s spell. Not only that, but she holds a grudge.”

“A grudge?” I raise a brow.

“You know how stubborn women can be,” he replies with a disarming smile that has me sucking on my teeth in annoyance.

“Are you going to tell us about this grudge?” Dari asks, watching my uncle closely. “I feel like there’s information missing.”

Amenadiel spares her a brief glance and shrugs his shoulders. His eyes find mine as he scrubs his beard. “We both dated her.”

“Now, wait a minute.” Dari holds up a finger. “You both dated her? What does that mean exactly?”

“I may or may not have fucked her behind Lucifer’s back.”

Dari’s mouth falls open. “You did not!”

He tugs at his tie.

“I can’t believe you, Amenadiel.”

Alaric shoots her a look. “Really, Dari? You can’t believe he fucked Lucifer’s girl?”

“We were gonna tell him,” Amenadiel interjects, kicking a foot out of the way. “But the timing was never right. Lucifer found out about the affair and used her as a sacrifice to open the gates.”

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