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matter, you lost the kid and it’s time to
finish this.”
    He had a point. How had she let this happen? Just because
her panties got wet every time Uri breathed, that shouldn’t have stopped her
from performing her duty as the cutter of life. Shit, if she had Uriel’s thread
right now, he would be gone. Good riddance. That wouldn’t solve anything
either. Even now, facing Samael, she couldn’t erase him from her mind.
    Today! How dare he? She opened her heart up and all
he wanted was today. Screw him. Her body grew heated at the thought, and as if
on cue, moisture gathered in the seat of her fabricated underwear. “Yael will
not release the boy until Uri and I work out our differences.” She had no
choice. Death must have the information. Sam had been patient long enough and
Morta understood the rules. He had to finish what she started.
    “You fucked up and somebody’s gotta pay. Death’s come a
knocking. What do you want me to do?”
    “Why don’t you go get him?”
    Laughter rang out in such a joyous way it almost fooled her.
But she knew better. That was the Grim Reaper’s signature cackle.
    “I’ll not do your job for you, Mort. I understand your
problem but you can’t lay it at my door. I can give you a little more time.
Work some Fate magic, do what you need to do, but get it done quickly.” The
scythe in his hand clanged and cut at her floor, the rhythmic noise was scary
as hell. There could only be one response to his demand and leniency.
    “Thank you, Sam. I’ll do the best I can.”
    A chuckle escaped his lips and his silver eyes swirled at
her. “Babe, your best ain’t good enough. Not with Ram and Yael. Better ask your
boyfriend for help.” He slipped back into the atmosphere. And I don’t
cackle.
    Bastard.
    I heard that. The sound of his scythe slicing through
the air was accompanied by another eerie burst of laughter. A scorching wind
blew back into the room and Mort’s hands shook as she hugged her body. Best
get your ass in gear.
    His words hung in the air like a curtain of fire.

Chapter Six
     
    Shit happened in Death’s life every day—the same old shit.
    He needed a vacation but things had suddenly become exciting
again. Aside from his love of football, in particular the Dallas Cowboys, Heaven
had been dull until lately. Part of it was because of his job. Being the Grim
Reaper didn’t change much from day to day.
    Sam entered Michael’s office with a racket. His scythe clattered
along beside him, gouging anything in its path. Sometimes his weapon got on his
nerves, yet it would be like losing a limb if it went missing.
    The general had summoned him but Sam didn’t expect to see
Ramiel.
    His silver eyes twitched. These two together were unbeatable
but if he had to take them on, Sam would give it his best shot. He prided
himself on bringing death quickly to any who deserved it. Unless it called for
hurt.
    He’d deliver a world of it to the recipient.
    He eased into a big soft chair in front of the desk. Samael
used to wonder why Michael held the position he did at the Father’s right hand.
A few trips out with him in the old days had answered his question immediately.
Sometimes known as the good angel of death, Michael could be one scary
son of a bitch to deal with. Lucifer had nothing on the general.
    “I feel honored you deigned to join us,” Michael said.
    Letting his mirrored gaze settle on the angel behind the
desk he said, “Got tied up. How you two doing?”
    Michael’s lips curled. “Don’t try that with me. I might just
let you see your own reflection of horrors. Any good news?” Steely silver eyes glinted
at Samael.
    “You’re sitting here with Ram so I know you know exactly
what’s happening. You summoned me. Why?”
    Michael had an infectious laugh. Today, Sam wasn’t buying
it.
    “What is Morta doing about her problem?”
    “Ram, are you going to sit there and say nothing?” Sam
didn’t like this one bit.
    “What do you want me to say? You’re the