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“He’s faster than they are,” Azazel said. “It will be over before they arrive.”

“You leave too much to chance, brother. If we ward the rest of the house and leave only one opening, I can seal it once he’s inside,” Dina offered. “But even this seems like too great a risk.”

Azazel ran a hand over the hair along his chin. “It’s our only shot. If I can’t end him, I fear this war will be lost. Raise your wards, Dina. When you’ve finished, Rebecca will unlock the case and call him to us.”

Chapter 70

Rebecca

Rebecca held out her hand over the ancient chest and gripped the knife Sariel had given her tightly in the other. Her gaze drifted to Azazel.

He nodded, resting a hand on her back. Their bond strained against the confines of her skin, purring under his touch. It had become so much stronger since their lovemaking, and now the sensation of his fingers through the fabric of her shirt overrode most of her senses.

She inhaled sharply and sliced the blade over her hand. Drops of crimson fell from her palm, splattering across the rusted lock. A hum sounded as the pressure in the room intensified, and the lock clicked open.

Dina pressed warm fingers to Rebecca’s wound, and it knitted closed.

She smiled gratefully and lifted the lid to the old trunk.

When she peered inside, she found a slender white shaft, shaved to a point on one end and wrapped on the other in a thick band of leather.

“Please tell me this isn’t a human bone,” she said, wrinkling her nose as she lifted it from the chest.

“I cannot lie, Rebecca,” Dina said, leaning forward to peer at the object.

Rebecca dropped it, sliding back. “Gross.”

“Not just any bone,” Dina said. “It is a bone of the man responsible for betraying our Father. Judas.”

Rebecca blanched. “I don’t want to touch it.”

“You won’t have to,” Azazel said, reaching for the lance.

Dina made a sound low in her throat before her hand snapped out, fingers wrapping around Azazel’s arm.

“I can’t let you have it,” she said. “I’m sorry, brother. But every fiber of my being rebels against this.”

“You aren’t strong enough to stop me, Dina,” he retorted.

“Don’t make me try.” Her eyes were pleading as she glanced between his arm and face.

Azazel’s brows dipped low as bright eyes narrowed on her. “Your fight is with the seraphim, sister. They will need you.”

Dina’s hand loosened on his arm. “Rebecca could do it.”

A chill raced down Rebecca’s spine. Could she? Defeat the devil? With an object that, although it didn’t look like much, struck fear into the hearts of these immortal creatures?

You are strong, Light. But this isn’t your burden to carry.

Rebecca sucked in a sharp breath. Azazel had already sacrificed so much for her, and he would do it again. Not for the rest of humanity. Forher. But fighting his sister might be the thing that broke him. She couldn’t let him do it.

I’ll do it.

Rebecca stretched her fingers out, reaching into the box, and carefully lifted the lance. To save them all, she would end the devil.

“How do I kill him?”

Jophiel brought the sheath tucked in the back of Rebecca’s closet downstairs, handing it to her.

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