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it. Screams and the smell of burning flesh gripped the air.
    Then, the humans returned fire en masse… and all hell broke loose.
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    T he leather whip cracked as it flew through the air, landing on Lily’s back with enough force to rip through her flesh. She screamed as blinding pain shot through her body, making her back arch helplessly as she swung back and forth on the manacles holding her restrained in the air.
    “You should have never betrayed your own kind,” the cruel voice of her torturer sounded out. Darius was an enforcer for the Tribunal, and an angel she’d once played with as a child. He’d always been drawn to inflicting pain, which meant he must be very happy right now.
    “You bastard,” Michael bit out. “Why don’t you use that on someone who can actually kick your ass?”
    Anger bristled from Darius, and for a moment, Lily thought he would turn the whip on Michael, but instead he flicked his wrist and sent it arching toward Eva. She let out a loud scream and convulsed wildly.
    “No!” Michael screamed, his voice heavy with anguish. “Leave her alone, you monster!”
    He struggled against his manacles, swinging his legs in an effort to get some traction. His wrists were already torn to shreds, and his frantic maneuvering only served to send rivulets of blood down his arms.
    Oh Gods. Lily closed her eyes, gritting her teeth against the pain. She could well understand Michael’s panic. The two of them couldn’t die from this torture, as horrible as it might be. Eva, on the other hand, wasn’t pure angel like they were. A nephilim could be killed through torture.
    Where the hell had they taken Adam? Darius had shackled her, Eva, and Michael in this room upon arrival at the Central Park tower, but they’d taken Adam elsewhere to “question” him. Lily knew what that meant: They were going to torture him until he’d revealed everything he knew to them.
    Fury mixed with pain at the thought of what evils Adam might be undergoing right now. The knowledge that he could so easily be killed made her want to howl in agony. It wasn’t right. He didn’t deserve it.
    When Darius edged closer to Eva, Lily resolved to steal away his attention. Unlike the free hand he was using to whip her and Eva with, he’d decided it would be better torture for Michael to hang there helplessly and watch while the two of them received all the mistreatment.
    He was right. There could be no worse fate for Michael than to have to witness this, knowing nothing he did or said could help.
    So she’d have to help Eva on her own. Somehow.
    She summoned her courage and searched deep within herself for inner peace and calm. If she could withstand the fiery ravages of that hut, where she and the other Fallen had almost lost their lives, she could take whatever Darius decided to dish out.
    “Tell me something,” she snarled, twisting her head to seek out Darius’s gaze. “Were you born such a momentous asshole, or is it something you’ve worked toward all these years?”
    Darius’s face morphed with rage, and he turned back to her, driving the whip toward her back. It snaked around her side and onto her stomach, and a mewl of agony escaped her.
    Michael roared with anger and resumed his crazed attempts to get his hands free of the restraints.
    The ring of Darius’s cruel laughter filled the air. “Don’t bother. You’ll never get loose. I—”
    He cut off abruptly as an abnormal vibration stirred in the air.
    A prickling sensation crept along Lily’s body, tickling her spine.
    More angels approached the tower.
    A broken sound tore from Michael’s throat, and threads of cautious hope and disbelief filtered from him. Lily understood just how he was feeling. Because the sensation crawling along her back told her the same thing it told him: The rest of the Fallen were attacking.
    Either they were about to be saved… or they were all about to die.
    Darius stiffened, anger pulsing off him in loose