Page 102 of The Darkest Night

They looked over to where Nikolai, Vlad, and the others were hurrying toward them.

“Hiswhite magic,” Calvarro confirmed as Mae stared at Nikolai. The reaper queen met her gaze, her brow furrowing. “This battle may be over, but the war isn’t.”

“I know.” Mae clenched her jaw. “And I’ll be ready, next time.”

Calvarro appraised her for a moment. A faint smile curved her mouth. “You are your father’s daughter.”

Mae’s belly fluttered. “You know Azazel?!”

“Of course.” Calvarro shrugged. “He is the most skilled magic wielder in all the Heavens and in Hell.” She faltered. “I must admit, I have not seen him for eons. Rumor is he has lost his mind to grief and is wandering aimlessly in the deepest parts of Hell.”

Mae fisted her hands, pain a heavy weight in her chest for the father she had yet to meet.

“Are you okay?” Nikolai asked anxiously as he joined them.

“Yeah.”

The injuries to her body were already healing, another thing that hardly surprised her.

“That was quite a show.” Vlad squinted. “Except for the part where you trapped us.” The incubus’s face relaxed into a slow, sexy smile. He rubbed his chin, crimson flashing in his pupils. “Although, I gotta say, I quite liked being restrained by you.”

Heat flooded Mae’s cheeks. Nikolai scowled.

Dickson studied Mae’s closing wounds curiously. “It seems Azazel’s blood has gifted you with the powers of the angels.”

Mae looked at him blankly. “What do you mean?” She made a face. “And also, what’s with the sword and that golden light?”

Dickson dragged the sharp edge of his blade across his wrist.

“What the—?” Nikolai gasped. “Are you crazy?!”

The bleeding stopped and the cut sealed itself as they watched.

Mae’s pulse quickened.

Dickson’s sword retracted into a switchblade. He tucked it into a sheath at his ankle.

“Who the heck are you?” Mae mumbled.

“I’m an Immortal.”

The only ones who didn’t look in the least bit shocked by Dickson’s statement were Calvarro, Violet, and Miles.

He is of the bloodline of Uriel.

Mae looked down at Brimstone. “Uriel? As in, the archangel?!”

Yes.Brimstone made a face.Though, technically, that title belongs to Michael.

That archangel is a cretin,Hellreaver declared firmly.At least Uriel has pizzazz.

Brimstone sniffed.I still think Azazel is the best out of the lot of them.

True,Hellreaver concurred.Our master has skillsandlooks.

A distant banging reached their ears. They looked up.

“Can someone please get us the hell out of here?!” Ryu yelled from the floating sphere high above.

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