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to wait for his visitor.
     
    Jazz felt his front pocket vibrate. Mouth full and chewing, he tugged out his cell and opened his newest text. Deep brown eyes went saucer-wide. Nearly choking, he barked out a curse. “That son of a bitch!”
    Still on his lunch break at the neighborhood pub, he tore out of the back room, plowing into a fellow employee walking by. Without even an ‘Oops, my bad’ he hauled ass out of the building toward the nearest back alley. Within seconds, his cloak was activated. Large wings erupted from his back, firing him instantly into the sky. A second later, a loud crack reverberated high above as he surpassed the speed of sound.
     
    Cole leaned against the building’s exterior and pulled out another cigar. He needed something to do, after all, while he waited for Fluff Ball to show up. He truly couldn’t stand the guy, but knew this was the only way he was going to get Sera back. No one was going to keep what was his.
    The sound of flapping wings overhead interrupted his dark musing. He looked up to watch one fuming angel land a few yards away. “Took you long enough, Do-Goodie.”
    Jazz’s eyes blazed. Instantly he was up in Cole’s grill. With both hands fisted in the demon’s shirt, he slammed him into the wall. “Where the fuck is my sister? ” he snarled.
    Cole just smirked, blowing smoke in the angel’s face. “There are some terms that need to be discussed first.” As Jazz stepped back, Cole nonchalantly brushed off the front of his suit. He looked at the winged male. “ So get your undies out of a twist so we can strike ourselves a deal.”
    Jazz's nostrils flared, clearly fighting back the urge to go all ‘Halo’ on Cole’s ass. The angel obviously realized it wouldn’t make sense to thrash the dude until after he got his sister back. Steeling his shoulders, he pinned Cole with a growl. “What terms? I want to see my sister, and I want to see her now.”
    Cole cocked an arrogant brow. “Don't piss in my Post Toasties, Cotton ball. I need to know if you can get ahold of a seraph for me. Then we’ll talk about your sister and her whereabouts.” Casually, he flicked his ashes on Jazz's boot.
    The angel stilled, clearly taken off guard by Cole’s request. He stepped back further, blinking in disbelief. “A Seraph? Are you out of your freaking mind? You do realize they’re like the top dogs up there, right? They could turn me to cinder just by looking at me.” He shook his head and took another step back. “Nah, man. There’s got to be something else we can work out. I’m no good to you or my sister as a pile of ash.”
    Cole rolled his eyes. “You want your sister or not?” When Jazz continued fidgeted anxiously, he shrugged. “It’s your choice. You get me what I want and I’ll give you what you want.”
    Jazz hissed in obvious frustration. “I’m bound to my corporal body, unable to leave this realm until my mission is complete. So I’m physically incapable of doing what you ask. You’re gonna have to seek out your little seraph all by yourself.” He chuckled darkly, crossing his arms. “So keep thinking, dude. There's got to be something else you need.”
    Cole held back a growl, tossing his phone to the angel. “Nope. Your sister for what I want. Last chance, feather brain.”
    Jazz caught the cell, a live video feed of his sister playing on its screen. He grimaced on a groan. “Janelle.” His thumb stroked over the image before he turned to look back at Cole. “Fine. I’ll take you to the portal. But you’d better have Janelle with you or so help me, I'll send your lying ass straight back to that pit you call home.”
    “Take me now,” Cole said as he took back his phone. “The faster we get this done, the faster you’ll be reunited with your sister.” And the faster he’d have Sera back in his arms. Impatient, he prompted the angel, “Come on, peacock. Let’s get this show on the road.”
    Jazz nodded, unease clear in his eyes,