Page 114 of Grave Revelations

A rush of foul thoughts assaulted her, and she pressed her hands to her temples. “Az, please.”

He spun to face her. “What is it, Light?”

“You’re shouting in my head.”

“What do you mean?” Simon asked, taking advantage of Azazel’s distraction to dart around him and drop to the ground beside her.

He reached for her hand, but she flinched back.

“Simon, what have you done?” Rebecca asked as she ran her gaze over his form, stopping at his yellow eyes. “You were human the last time I saw you.”

“I had to, Bec. For you. To save you.”

She laughed, leaning into her elbow to lift herself up.

Simon lunged forward, but Azazel was there, knocking him back.

“Don’t put your filthy hands on her.”

Simon shot to his feet. “Me?! You attacked her. Forced her to…” he swallowed. “Bec, I’m here. I won’t let him touch you again.”

Rebecca scooted back, slouching against the wall. “What are you talking about?”

He darted a glance between her and Azazel. “Can we talk?”

“Simon, we’re in the middle of a war. Did you miss the huge fallen angel outside? Or the legion of night-beings?”

Simon’s gaze darkened. “He’s dragged you into his battle. Let’s get out of here. It has nothing to do with you.”

She looked at Azazel and held out her arms. “Help me up?”

Azazel slid forward, knocking Simon aside as he pulled her up.

“Did we stop him?”

No.

“Bec, don’t go with him,” Simon pleaded.

Rebecca glanced back at him, shaking her head. “I don’t know why you did this to yourself, but Simon, thisismy war, and I must stop them.”

Simon’s gaze flicked to Azazel and turned murderous. He moved so fast she hadn’t registered it, and in a moment, he was trapped in Azazel’s grasp, held in place by one massive arm.

“Don’t hurt him,” Rebecca warned.

I won’t hurt your dog, Light.

Rebecca frowned.Give me a second, okay?

Azazel’s eyes flashed with malice.One second.He released his hold on Simon, who moved back, smoothing his jacket.

Rebecca rolled her eyes and held out her hand. She knew better than to ask him to give them privacy, not that privacy was something she truly wanted from her other half.

Nor would I concede it.

Simon took her hand, his fingers tightening around hers.

“Come with me,” he said. “Please?”

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