Page 92 of Grave Revelations

Azazel nodded. “He has accepted a place at Samael’s side.”

Jophiel’s wings twitched, and her clothes flickered over her tall frame, disappearing for a moment.

Rebecca’s gaze slid to Azazel. Although the air passed through his clothes, telling her they weren’t real, she couldn’t see through them. Her mind conjured images of his nude form from before he’d worn his banana swim trunks, and she slid her lower lip between her teeth.

His gaze slid to her.I’m more than happy to return to that state.

Her cheeks reddened, but she frowned. Why had he been forced to wear shorts before but not now?

It was a punishment. Incentive for me to do the Fallen’s bidding.

Rebecca’s gaze darted lower before she brought her eyes back to his. Damn, he’d noticed.

A dimple appeared on his cheek.

Jophiel grabbed Azazel’s arm, shaking him. “The war is lost, brother. We cannot win without him.”

“Have you sought Phanuel?”

“Phanuel?” Jophiel asked. “We need our captain.”

“He’s gone, Dina.”

Rebecca looked between the two winged creatures and tapped her foot.

Azazel’s dimple appeared again. “Yes, my Light? Did you have something to add?”

She glared at him, even as heat simmered in her belly at the possessive way he called herhis.

“I think I need to be the one to use the lance, and I still think Elizabeth is a bigger threat than you give her credit for,” she said. “Also, why can’t Az lead your army?”

Jophiel and Azazel stared at her as if she’d grown a third eye on her forehead.

“I am a Prince of Hell.”

“And will you fight with them?” Rebecca narrowed her eyes at him, daring him to lie.

“No.”

“Then fight for the side of good.”

Jophiel’s wings vibrated again. “Brother. This may be your chance to redeem yourself to Father.”

Azazel turned his hard stare on her, the corners of his mouth hooking down sharply. “I am irredeemable.”

Rebecca started forward. To reach for him. To tell him he was wrong, but his gaze shifted to her.

This is not an argument you can win, Light.

She crossed her arms over her chest but said nothing.

Jophiel laid a gentle hand on his swirling arm. “No one is irredeemable, brother. Least of all, you.”

Azazel shrugged away from her touch. “I will not debate it. Phanuel could lead the seraphim to victory if you placed your faith in him. I’ve seen him on the battlefield many times. He has a mind for strategy, and you will need it to face what comes.”

When Jophiel had gone, Rebecca turned to Azazel. “What can we do against Lucifer and his army? Will the angels help us?”

They will fight, but if we end him first, there will be no battle.

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