Page 67 of Gabriel's Oath
Michael gave a nod. “That’s right. Normally in these sorts of situations, we don’t allow our top guardians to sully the reputation of our elite ranks. But I recognize you’re a guardian of unique talents in a unique position. You can help us.”
My gaze narrowed. I wasn’t liking where this was going. But I wasn’t in a position to say no. “I’m listening.”
“You know my brother.”
“I’m aware of his work.”
Michael’s grin dissolved. “We had a Watcher stationed out front of Siren’s last night.”
I knew it.
“Needless to say, it’s concerning that Lucifer’s come to the surface and frankly, unacceptable. He’s dangerous to humans and he must be disposed of.”
“Uh-huh. And you want me to what? Convince him to go back to the Pit? You know your brother better than anyone, so you have to know that won’t work.”
“I know that. It’s why I want you to kill him. Do this, and you can keep your wings and your ward. Not only that, but she will be permitted to keep her memories of last night, and you two will be allowed to continue your salacious little domestic arrangement.”
As if summoned from thin air, Michael held up a bag of takeout, the scent of pancakes wafting from the plastic. “Doesn’t that sound like a fair arrangement?”
I snatched the bag away from him with a grumble. “Yeah. It sounds fair. Oneteensyproblem, though. How am I supposed to kill a devil without a blade forged in The Silver City?”
A diabolical grin danced across his face, stretching his chosen form’s freckles. “Oh, you’ll find that in the bag.”
Unable to stop myself, I opened the bag, and my stomach flipped as I saw the hilt of the same sword Azrealla had pulled on me just an hour ago, laying on the plastic container bearing Mel’s chocolate chip pancakes.
Blood and Feathers. I knew Azraella letting me off the hook was too good to be true. Killing Satan himself wasn’t exactly a small order. It was risky, and somehow I just knew Jess was going to get caught up in this mess. But succeeding meant I could keep Melandmy wings.
And I’d much rather kill the devil than spend eternity as his bitch.
“Great. One dead devil coming up. Also, can I get some napkins, please?”
The End
