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But just then, a voice bled through the walls. Even magically enhanced, I recognised it. How could I not?
Noah was here.
Noah had come.
And, with the first words he spoke, he ensured Lucifer knew exactly what a prize he had on his hands.
“This is Noah, archangel of the Seraphim. You are currently holding my mate, Jeremiah, hostage.”
Fuck. I closed my eyes. My heart was so full because he’d come for me. He hadn’t broken his vow. But terror was threatening to overwhelm that feeling. He had no idea what he was up against.
“He is not only my mate, but a demon protected by the sonsof Lucifer. They are aware of what is happening here and will unleash their wrath if Jeremiah is harmed.”
A spark of hope ignited inside me. Noah might not be enough to get Lucifer to submit, but his sons could.
Sadly though, Noah wasn’t done.
“You have five minutes to bring him to me, or it won’t just be the ramparts feeling the brunt of my power.”
Fear filled me, so thick I worried I might choke on it. Noah had given Lucifer an ultimatum. A deadline.
Lucifer wouldn’t take either lying down.
His shadow filled the doorway, the torches throwing his gleeful grin into sharp relief. “A mate? Anangelicmate? Why, Jeremiah, you should’ve told me!”
He clicked his fingers and the restraints fell away. Grabbing me by the throat, he lifted me from the table. I gasped, unable to stop myself clawing at the back of his hand as oxygen eluded me.
“I simply must introduce myself,” he said as my legs kicked uselessly in the air. “An angelic mate. I can’t believe it. This day just keeps getting better and better.”
He let go and I fell to the ground in a heap. I thought a bone or two in my ankle might’ve broken.
“Get up,” he said harshly. “You heard your mate. We can’t leave him waiting.”
He didn’t give me a chance to stand. That wasn’t his style. Instead, he grabbed the back of my neck and stalked for the door.
Dragging me along the floor behind him.
Chapter 34
Noah
One minute passed.
A second.
A third.
By the fourth, I was tunnelling down into my power.
On the fifth, I unleashed a hit on the first circle.
Demons fell from the gaping holes in the walls. With my supe eyesight, I had no difficulty picking out the torture rooms my attack had revealed. The countless humans who’d had their sessions disrupted. Their vacant faces turned to mine, but it wasn’t their expressions that hit me the hardest.
No, it was the faces of some of the demons holding weapons. The ones who were staring at me like I was their salvation, instead of their attacker.
How many of them are trapped just like Jem?
I pushed that thought away. As hard as it was, I was here for one demon only.
