suit himself—something he’d always been a master at, even before Lucifer’s fall from grace. Gabriel ensured her face remained a placid mask as she returned his stare. “Sorry. Can’t think of a single reason in the universe why I would help you.” She turned away and started walking, ignoring the sensation of his blue gaze burning into her back.
“What if it would save Raphael?”
Shock froze Gabriel midstep even though a tiny voice inside her warned her not to listen. “What have you seen?”
He chuckled.
Gabriel clenched her jaw as she forced herself to turn back toward Semiazas. He may be untrustworthy and a traitor, but his visions were always accurate. “Tell me what you saw.”
The demon’s sensuous lips curved at the edges, and he studied her as if she were his next meal. He pushed away from the tree and stalked forward, beauty and grace in motion until he stood so close Gabriel could smell the subtle spicy scent of bergamot and coriander that she remembered so well from their time together. He slowly leaned forward, his eyes darkening just like they used to before he kissed her.
“Look into my eyes and tell me what you saw.” She tried to stare inside his soul, but there was too much inky blackness to give her much clarity.
Her strident words stopped his forward motion and his dark brows furrowed before he straightened. “I saw Raphael on his knees near death, the sword of Michael skewered through his back and protruding from his chest. A succubus stood just behind him with her hands on the hilt. She was one of the four who conspired to cage me.”
Fear licked its way through Gabriel, leaving behind an icy cold that made her bones ache. Losing one of the other Archangels was one of the worst things she could imagine. And Michael’s sword one of the only ways to kill them. But that didn’t mean she trusted Semiazas. That was a mistake she planned on never making again.
“All I ask is for you to help me find one of the four succubi. I don’t even care which one. After all, what’s one little demon to you?”
“You know very well succubi aren’t demons.”
“Semantics?” Semiazas’s sarcastic tone and condescending smile grated against Gabriel’s nerves.
“Demons had a choice. They chose to rebel against God.” She glared at him pointedly as an example. “Those who serve Lilith have made no choices other than to exist.”
The demon shook his head. “I disagree. Those four little succubi sisters chose to betray me to Lucifer. That was their choice, Gabriel. And for that, they will pay, with or without your help. I just thought you might like a chance to save Raphael in the process.”
Gabriel sighed, suddenly weary. “Your visions are always accurate, so me helping you find the succubi doesn’t help me prevent the outcome.”
“No, but it will help you avenge his demise,” Semiazas growled. “For once, Gabriel, our aims are the same.”
She shook her head, realizing that she’d held out hope that someday Semiazas would change, would return to her as he had been. But that last hope had finally been shattered. “If that’s what you truly think, then you never knew me at all.”
The last thing Gabriel saw as she dematerialized was his beautiful face contorting with rage.
5
Noah took a deep breath in an attempt to calm the hot arousal that still pumped through his veins as he stared down at the woman in front of him.
Even though she looked totally different from just a few minutes ago, he knew this had to be Jezebeth. But something about this form she’d taken sucker punched him in the gut. She was pretty in a girl-next-door way with large, milk chocolate brown eyes framed with impossibly long lashes. Her long chestnut hair was pulled back into a ponytail leaving some wispy bangs in front to frame her face.
In place of the ridiculous caricature body he’d first met her in was an athletic frame of about five-seven with subtle curves that made Noah’s cock harden
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