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at them.
    “Honey …”
    My head twitched at the
patronizing voice that grated over my nerves. Something wasn’t
right. I wasn’t right. I sprang off the bed and searched
around for … I didn’t know what. There was nothing here.
Nothing but whiteness, a thick vapor surrounding us. My hands clasped
over my head; my fingers dug into my hair. Think, Alexis! Where
are you? What are you doing? Right. Okay. I was by Heaven’s
Gates again. Right? And if so, beyond that fog was Heaven in one
direction and the Otherworld—the common part where Angels and
Demons fought—in the other. And beyond that, Hell. I needed to
go back there. I didn’t want to go back there. No, please,
no. Don’t make me. I clutched at my head, trying to block
the memories before they came.
    But Tristan … he
was still down there.
    My head snapped up. My
voice found itself.
    “I need to go to
Hell,” I announced.
    “Alexis,
darling—” Rina began. Again with the lofty tone. I was so
sick of their condescension.
    I held my hand up,
refusing to look at her. More because I was afraid to see the memory
of her death again than to show my contempt. “I need to save
Tristan.”
    “Honey, there’s
nothing we can do,” Mom said.
    “We can go after
him!” I spun on them, momentarily forgetting the horror I would
see. Blood poured out of a bullet wound in Mom’s head. I didn’t
bother shutting my eyes this time. I’d still see it—Satan
would mess with my mind forever. So I dropped my gaze, staring at the
floor and the ends of her wings that lay on it. “Call for the
Angel. He can go back and help Tristan.”
    “Tristan already
has an Angel, yes?” Rina said.
    “Only one. That’s
not enough. Not with the …” The horrors. Oh, God, the horrors .
    The screams, the
shouts, the cries for help. I couldn’t help them. I couldn’t
help the souls down there. Just like I couldn’t help Solomon or
Mom or Rina or those children in the train car.
    Screaming filled my
ears. My own. A hand pressed on my forehead, and darkness relieved
me.
    But not for long.
    I dreamt of monsters
with horned heads and spiked tails, and snakes trying to swallow me
whole, and ice and fire, and people shrieking, and people dying …
people I knew. People I loved. Lilith, Mom, Rina, Solomon, the kid in
London who’d gone and had himself infected thinking I could
convert him, Sheree, Owen, Vanessa, Blossom, Jax, Charlotte …
my sweet Dorian, oh God, my Dorian … and Tristan. I awoke
breathless. But I hadn’t been sleeping, and I hadn’t been
dreaming. Not really. Just reliving memories. Except, not all had
been experienced. Yet. At least, as far as I knew, not all were dead.
Not Dorian or Tristan, anyway. But it was only a matter of time for
either of them. Especially for their souls.
    Because I’d
failed them. I had to fix that. I could save them.
    I looked around. More
white nothingness. The air tasted and smelled clean and fresh. The
bedding under me was soft and silky to the touch. I wasn’t in
Hell, but I wasn’t in Heaven, either.
    And I wasn’t
alone.
    Movement above me. Mom
and Rina—the Angel versions, not the bloody ones—hovered,
looking down on me.
    “Did he bring
Tristan back? Did you send the Angel?” I asked.
    “I’m sorry,
honey.” The endearment set my teeth on edge. “There was
an Angel with him. No one else can be spared from the war. We need
all of the warriors we have to fight the Demons.”
    “Well, there are
plenty of Demons down there to fight.” Anger boiled up in me,
and I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and jumped to my feet
with restless energy.
    “That is their
home,” Rina said. “And one Angel is enough if Tristan
truly wants out. It is up to him.”
    “Like it was up
to me to go down there?” I sneered. “The Angel told me I didn’t belong here. Pushed me down there.”
    “You don’t belong here,” Mom said.
    Panic momentarily
clawed at my insides with her words, and for a moment, I thought I’d
be