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“To do what?” Charlotte asks. “Punish God?”
“Yes.” Lilith grins like she’s ridiculously pleased that Charlotte understands her.
Charlotte’s gaze darts toward Michael. “Then why not just let Michael start the apocalypse? Why play him and Lucifer off one another?”
“Caught on to that, did you?” Lilith’s smile widens.
The only reason I haven’t dragged Charlotte and her friend right the fuck out of here is because whatever Lilith’s up to, I’m pretty certain Lucifer and Charlotte need to hear it. I’m poised to go at any second.
Until one of Lilith’s heads tilts toward me, and I know that she’s found me.
Motherfucker.
“Why don’t you tell her yourself what ending my Husband would mean for the souls He created, Azrael?”
All at once, Lilith turns into three, the nearest snatching a clawlike hand out toward me, but then a blast of dark shadow sends her tumbling backward, and I realize that Charlotte has just dropped the Holy Lance and used some of her powers on purpose. For the first time.
To pick a fight with her future Mother-in-Law over me.
Shit. We are so fucked.
An echoing bang sounds from the church’s stadium doors, drawing all attention.
I become corporeal and lift my gaze just in time to see that the one immortal who could manage to talk Lilith out of destroying both Charlotte and me has just arrived.
“Lucifer,” Charlotte gasps.
“Fashionably late as always, I’m afraid.” He grins.
How the hell did he—?
He steps into the megachurch, Lilith and his brother’s eyes going wide at the sight of what—no,who—he’s brought with him.
Demons.
Hundreds. Thousands of them.
His legions brought topside.
Their possessed, blackened eyes train upon his Mother.
Holy shit.
My ex has finally unleashed full Hell upon Earth.
Dread twists in my gut as I realize how majorly fucked we’re all about to be.
God help us.
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Charlotte
I glance at my hands, only vaguely aware I just used them to nearly blast my soon-to-be Mother-in-Law in two, all the anger building up inside me over the last several weeks coming out in one enormous rush. But I can’t even consider that right now.
My heart races at the sight of my fiancé.
“Lucifer,” I breathe, an odd mixture of fear and warmth expanding inside my chest.
