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She frowned. “Are you strong enough to defeat him?”

He wants the lance more than anything. He’s never stopped searching for it. We’ll use it to lure him into a trap.

“How?”

“When he releases the demons on Earth, I’ll feel it. When the box is opened, the lance will call to him, and he’ll know its location. But until his army is converging at the portal, we wait.”

Rebecca shuddered. “What if he sends the demons instead of coming himself?”

It's too great a prize.

“So, we wait.”

Azazel nodded.

“And what about Elizabeth?”

When we’ve used the lance to end him, she will be our next victim.

“Wait,” Rebecca said. “She has a necklace. It’s important to her. Important enough that she tricked me into returning it to her. Simon said—”

A low growl erupted from Azazel’s chest, cutting her off.

Rebecca rolled her eyes. “That the necklace belonged to a witch—a witch from Endor—and that that witch was a necromancer. What if it’s not Lucifer she’s working with, but that witch?”

“Impossible,” Azazel said. “Sanura is gone.”

“Sanura?” Rebecca asked. “Sanura is the witch the necklace belonged to?”

Azazel’s nostrils flared. “The necklace was forged to ensure she died and remained dead, but it was never successfully used against her. In the end, it was your sacrifice that rid the world of Sanura.”

Chapter 61

Sophia

Sophia staggered forward, intent on putting one foot in front of the other until she breached the oppressive fog surrounding the river on three sides. At least, she hoped it was breachable. If she spent another night wandering aimlessly, only to learn the fog never ended, she would scream.

Her limbs were leaden, but she trudged forward, fighting the fog’s hold.

The mist thinned, returning some of her strength. She’d been right. If she only kept going, she could get past it, and somewhere beyond the fog, she was certain she would find the others.

She took one more heavy step and sucked in fresh air.

It was wholly different from anywhere else she’d been in this in-between realm. It was… alive? That wasn’t right, but it was nothing like the dismal space her new form had inhabited these past several days.

Where tree husks were gnarled things inside the fog, these sought life, stretching for the sky, intent on finding the light.

She spun, taking in a world in soft pastels. It wasn’t vibrant like Earth, but there was hope here.

Scanning the distance, Sophia spied something glinting on the horizon and moved toward it. Each stride away from the oppressive fog grew lighter until there was a bounce in her step.

She stopped beside a large tree, taller somehow than all the others, and stretched tentative fingers toward a single white bloom.

“Oh. Hello,” a voice said, and Sophia stumbled back, landing on her butt.

She stared up at dark curls obscuring pale skin with bright sapphire eyes rimmed in dark lashes stared back.

“Rebecca?”

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