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God’s green earth does that foul smelling sack have to do with my Rave?”
    Cole gestured to it coolly. “Open it, cotton puff. It holds a ll the answers you‘re seeking.” He crossed his ankles and took another puff. “Come on. You know you want to see what's inside. Or did you wear your chicken feathers today.” He smirked, patting his pockets. “‘Cause if that’s the case, damn me for not bringing my camera for such a great Kodak moment.”   
    Janelle’s eyes narrowed as she reached over to take the bag. “Fine,” she grated. “I can see that, with exception to my Rave, gallantry be damned among ‘the damned’.”  Stealing her shoulders, she took a deep breath, then pulled open the rank smelling sack.
    Her eyes snapped wide as she gasped in revulsion. “God in Heaven!” she sputtered, covering her mouth. “To whom does that head belong?!” When Cole merely grinned, she lurched to her feet, stumbling back in realization. “No,” she shook her head. “No, I do not believe it. You deceive me, demon, for reasons I do not know.”
    Cole shrugged casually. “It seems old Rave here pissed off The Master.” He waved indifferently at the head. “At any rate, there you have it; vemon boy in a bag.” Lifting his brow, he watched as she wavered, then fainted right there on the sidewalk.
    “Finally,” he muttered, putting out his cigar as the sound of nearby voices caught his attention. With a snap of his fingers, the bag disappeared. He walked to the angel and lifted her limp body into his arms. 
    Behind him, the approaching couple asked if everything was ok. Cole smiled. “Poor dear, I just asked her to marry me and she fainted straight away.” He patted Janelle’s cheek lovingly. “Come on, honey. I know you love me and all, but a guy would like to hear an answer.” The pair chuckled, nodding as they continued on their way. 
    Once they were gone, Cole hefted Fluffy onto his shoulder. “Let the bargaining begin.”
     
    Sera roused, a strange fog lifting in her head. Opening her heavy lids, she took in her surroundings. She was in a recovery suite in the Seraphim’s spiritual healing wing. But she couldn’t remember why she was there. She blinked slowly, trying to sit up. The room began to spin. Her hand rose to her temple. She groaned, a dull ache forming inside her skull. Good Heavens, how long had she been lying there?
    She dropped back down onto the satin-strewn bed and frowned. Her body felt weak, her mind exceptionally clouded. It was difficult to concentrate. She rolled onto her stomach and winced. Why did she feel like she was in the midst of something critically important? She shifted beneath her covers, but couldn’t shake the feeling. Like a clinging sickness surrounding her soul. And yet that made no sense. She was home, safe and sound and-
    His face suddenly surfaced atop her deceivingly peaceful shore. “Cole,” she whispered. He felt so far away. Her heart began to weep, like it’d been dealt a tragedy she’d somehow nearly forgotten about.
    The door abruptly opened. Kindred filled the room, surrounding and laying their hands upon her. Despite their gentle touch, something inside Sera screamed for them to get away. She grimaced and tried to jerk free. “No… Let me be... Please...”
    But darkness came too quick.
     
    With the female bound and gagged, Cole took out his phone as he stood inside the large, abandoned building. It was time to text her brother. The angels had been a thorn in his side from the moment he’d first met them -the self-righteous pin feathers- so using them as a means to an end gave him no greater joy. It wasn’t like he was going to hurt Janelle, but her brother didn’t know that. He still considered all demons the same. What a moron.
    He exited the building to thumb out his message: “Have a package 4 u. Meet me ASAP if u want your special goodie.” After typing in the address, he finished by including a picture of the male’s sister. Now