Page 91 of Grave Revelations

In California, they were only beginning to piece together the reason for the deadliest natural disaster on American soil. From what they had learned, volcanic activity off the coast of San Francisco had been brewing underwater for weeks. A series of eruptions causing underwater landslides had formed the largest tidal wave in recorded history.

Rebecca bit her lip. Should she go there? Use her gifts to help quell the tide? They needed someone with supernatural abilities.

“We have more important things to worry about,” a deep voice said from the door. “And my siblings will be there, aiding in whatever way they can.”

Rebecca jumped, spinning around in her seat. “You’re back!”

Azazel strode forward. Their eyes locked as he sat beside her, wings disappearing.

The room was charged with that invisible electricity that sparked between them every time he was near. Rebecca leaned forward, pulled by the cord between them that only seemed to grow stronger each day, and he wrapped his arms around her. She inhaled his scent, a rainforest full of life.

“You were gone a long time.”

Azazel released her, running his fingers through her curls. “I missed you too, Light.”

The ember in Rebecca’s chest stretched toward him as if in greeting before wrapping his half of their soul in its embrace. She leaned back, taking him in. “You’re… different. Again.”

Azazel’s electric blue gaze met hers. “Something has happened.”

Rebecca resisted the urge to roll her eyes and yawned. Should she tell him there was no end to “things happening”?

You’re right. But this is different.

She searched his face, seeing new lines carved into his forehead. “What is it?”

The Fallen has his fourth prince. He is no longer bound by the treaty.

Rebecca’s brows scrunched together. “What do you mean?”

“The rules restricting him to Primoria have been undone.”

Rebecca gasped, glancing around, half expecting him to appear in her TV room at any moment.

“He’s not coming here, Light,” Azazel assured her. “He may be free, but his demons are not. They travel through the portal, which only allows so many through at a time. But he is forming his army. He prepares to march on Earth.”

Rebecca tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “Then we’ve lost.”

Not yet.

She arched a brow at him. “Elizabeth has built an army of night-creatures. Lucifer’s army is preparing, and around the world, natural disasters have killed hundreds of thousands. We are only two people.”

We’re not people.

Rebecca frowned. “I’ve been working to control time magic. It might give us an advantage.”

Azazel stood, pacing to the door. “Perhaps, but more than that, I need the lance. If we end Samael, we end the war before it ever begins.”

“Are you sure? Elizabeth is planning something. She wouldn’t be gathering so many witches only to capture me. What if she’s working with him?”

His fingers flexed, and her gaze trailed down his thickly corded arms.

“Dina.”

She appeared, gazing between them. “What is it Azazel?,” she asked. “I am in a crisis of my own at present.”

“Does it have something to do with Ch—your captain?”

Her iridescent eyes swirled impossibly fast. “Have you seen him? Please tell me it isn’t true. Is he there, in Primoria?

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