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“Or maybe it won’t,” I sigh.

“I’ve avoided my parents for a very long time,” Samael admits. “It’s time to go home.”

“You have to come back,” I hiss. “She needs you.”

“Ha! She needs us all,” Phenex corrects. “Get your ass in there and talk to her.”

Blowing out a breath, I nod. Turning, I walk into the room, pulling off my suit jacket to cover her body as I climb into bed with her.

“Hey, pretty girl,” I murmur, laying down with my head on her stomach. It’s my favorite place to be. I can feel her breathe, hear the blood moving through her body.

It may seem odd, but that all relaxes me. It reminds me she’s still with me. Tugging on the thread that’s between our hearts, I close my mind and follow it until the familiar and terrorizing darkness surrounds me.

Creating a laboratory, I pull on the memory of when she made a descenting spray. It’s the day that I realized she was an omega and mine. I follow the steps she did, talking to the air.

“If I’m fucking this up, I hope you come fix it,” I say teasingly as I work. “Does baking soda go in this?”

“Only if you want it to bubble over,” she says, appearing next to me with a white coat and protective glasses on. “Is that what you’re going for?”

“It sounds messy,” I murmur, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her onto the counter. “Save me from myself, Baby Girl.”

God, her smile lights up my entire world, and I promise to do better by her. Being near her is painful, but losing her completely would kill me.

She needs to come back from this.

CHAPTER 25

SAMAEL

“Mother,” I murmur. “Hello, Father.”

We’re standing in a field just outside of Hell, because I don’t trust them not to trap me there.

“Are the rumors true?” my mother asks, her eyes drinking me in. It’s been a very long time since we’ve seen each other.

My stubborn streak is miles longer than they thought it would be.

“There are many, I expect,” I say with a small smile. “Which one is that?”

My parents look good, their skin appearing youthful still, their bodies strong. They’ve always been very regal, their positions in power feeding them regularly.

“You found your soul match,” my father rumbles. “A true omega.”

“I have,” I admit. “She’s in a deep sleep, and the creature who tried to kill her is lost in the wind. I need to find her.”

“President Christa has already been added to our Lord’s list,” Dad says. “She is marked for her actions.”

“Do you have need of the hellhounds?” Mom asks gently. “She is a shadow being, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s hiding there.”

“That’s what is so frustrating,” I admit. “I am very comfortable with the shadows, yet she still hides from me.”

“There are different types of shadows,” my mom says, amused.

“What do you require of me for your assistance?” I ask, bracing myself.

“You’ve been alone for so long,” my father says gently. “We just want you to be happy. If forming a pack with your omega does that, then we’ll call it an even trade. We want to meet her, though.”

My parents have fire licking over their skin, and I raise my brow. They’re living, breathing, hell demons.

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