Eidolon tapped his fingers on his desk, and just as Shade was about to break his fingers, E froze, mid-tap. “Wraith said Byzamoth only has one wing. Has that always been the case?”

“Not that I know of.”

Shade frowned. “What are you getting at?”

“Roag’s dungeon. Runa ripped off the wing of a fallen angel. I wondered why Roag would have a fallen angel working for him.”

Reaver snorted. “He wouldn’t. No angel would serve a demon.”

“Exactly. But what if he was there to get something from Roag?”

“Eth’s Eye,” Shade said on a long, drawn out breath.

Reaver stilled. “What about it?”

“Roag stole it from my collection when he took the mordlair necrotoxin,” Eidolon said, going back to the tapping.

“You were in possession of Eth’s Eye?”

“Yes,” E said, “but it was impossible for us to use.”

“That’s because only angels can use it for the purposes of scrying. If Byzamoth had it, he could have used it to locate the amulet.” Reaver cursed. “Which explains why I felt her cloak shatter—a side effect of being discovered.”

“We need to involve The Aegis,” Reaver repeated, like a damned broken record.

“I agree.” Eidolon stood and walked around his desk. “Tayla and Kynan are going to have to tell the Sigil what’s going on. All of it. This is too big for us alone. And they’re trained to hunt down beings like fallen angels.” He turned to Reaver. “When will he try to open the gate?”

“The second dawn after the Sentinel’s blood is shed. If he doesn’t use the blood then, he’ll have missed his opportunity. If he’d gotten Serena’s charm himself he’d have more control of the timing. Now he’s at the mercy of finding Wraith, and bleeding him.”

“Where will Byzamoth take the amulet and the blood?” Eidolon asked.

“Jerusalem. The Temple Mount. But he’ll need to get the blood first. Where is Wraith?”

“Egypt.”

“Get him home,” Reaver said. “We can protect him in the hospital.”

“That’ll work.” Eidolon didn’t sound too confident, though, probably because getting Wraith to sit still and do nothing would be like trying to chain a phantom. “In the meantime, Tayla can contact the Sigil and Aegis cells within striking distance of Jerusalem. Kynan can deal with R-XR. Let them know what’s up and get them ready for a battle.”

Shade cursed. Demon and human prophets had been saying for centuries that the end was near, and finally, it seemed as though they were right.

Twenty-three

Serena dreaded this call, but now that she had a signal she had to make it.

“Serena?” Val sounded as worried as she’d ever heard him, and she answered quickly.

“It’s me, Val. Everything’s fine.” If fine included losing her necklace, her virginity, and her charm in a matter of hours.

“Thank God.” She heard the squeak of leather, knew he’d just sank into a chair. “Where are you?”

“The train will be pulling into Alexandria in fifteen minutes.”

“And you’ll be heading home immediately?”

Her heart started pounding. “Not exactly. There’s a problem.”

The chair squeaked again. “What?” She didn’t answer, and his voice dropped to a low, dangerous whisper. She’d seen him truly angry only once, and it was something she never wanted to experience again. “What happened?”

“It’s Byzamoth.”

“The demon?”

She swallowed dryly. “He’s more than a demon. He’s a fallen angel.”

“Tell me everything, and tell me now.”

He was using his don’t-argue-with-me-or-else voice, and she knew better than to push. She started at the beginning and ended with, “He killed the Regent. And… and he attacked me.”

“Did he get the necklace?”

“Yes.”

“And the charm?”

“It’s gone, too.”

His harsh curse was followed by a long, ragged breath. When he spoke, his words were broken, distorted. “I should have known. There have been demon attacks all over the globe.” The sound of his breathing joined the frantic click of his fingers on computer keys. “Are you… okay?”

“Josh is taking care of me.”

“Not well enough! Where was he when Byzamoth was attacking you?”

“He fought him, Val. Things could have turned out a lot worse than they did.”

Val muttered something she couldn’t hear. “When you get off the train, head straight to an address I’m having David text to you. He’ll include instructions to get in. Wait until I arrive.”

“Will do. Where are you?”

“I’m still in Berlin. It’s a zoo here… hold on.”

She heard commotion in the background, a lot of voices, some raised. David was shouting. The names Tayla and Kynan came with some curses, and then, finally, Val was back on the phone.

“Serena?” His guttural rasp told her she was in trouble. “Byzamoth has the necklace, yes? But does he have the charm?”

Oh, God.

“Serena!”

“No,” she whispered. “Josh has it.”

There was a curse and then a tense moment of silence before he said, “As furious as I am with you, this might actually be good news.… Look, I need to go. There’s some sort of emergency meeting going on, and it seems to have something to do with you. I’ll call as soon as I can. Just get to the address I send you. The Aegis will have people there as soon as possible.”

“They aren’t there now?”

“All cells within the region have been sent to Israel. It’ll take time to get help to you. In the meantime, stay alert.”

“Okay.”

Val cursed again, long and hard. Finally, she heard the chair squeak again, heard his forceful exhale. Knew he was stroking his tidy beard. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine, right now.” She was a little nauseous, but there was no point in worrying Val even more than he already was. “How long do you think? Before, you know…”

“I don’t…” His voice hitched. “I’m not sure. The disease should progress rapidly now.”

“Bottom line?”

He drew in a ragged breath. “I’d say you’re down to days, maybe hours.”

Wraith was not onboard with this plan. When Serena said they were going somewhere Val had told her to go, every one of his warning bells had rung, and now as they drew closer to the place, on the outskirts of Alexandria’s Greek quarter, the clanging in his head could have been coming from Hell’s marching band

They were on foot, having gotten out of the taxi several blocks back. He’d wanted to approach from the rear, come in as inconspicuously as possible, in case they were being watched. Byzamoth still wanted her, couldn’t know that Wraith already had her charm.

Mine. And so is she.

Man, every time he thought about what could have happened, what the fallen angel still wanted, it made Wraith’s killer instinct shove its way to the front of the line ahead the rest of his baser instincts. Weird, because usually nothing got ahead of sex.

And he definitely wanted to know who was tipping off Byzamoth about Serena’s location. Wraith was going to gut the bastard and strangle him with his own intestines.

They were nearly there when Serena began to wheeze badly enough for Wraith to step off the sidewalk and draw her into the shade of a lush palm. Pink splotches colored her cheeks and shadows had tinted the crescents beneath her eyes, but still, she smiled.

“Do you need to rest?”

“It’s the dust in the air. It’s nothing.”

Her lie irked him. He wanted her to be able to lean on him, accept his help. And he needed to get her somewhere safe, where they were less exposed and she could rest.

They arrived at a nondescript house set between other, equally nondescript houses. But right away it became clear that there was nothing average about this place. No one who wasn’t military special forces, a thief, or Wraith, would notice the well-concealed alarm trip wire that had been set into the door and window frames. The extra thick walls that Wraith would bet had been reinforced. The flame retardant coating that had been sprayed on the walls and roof. Or the “decorative” slits that had been cut into the plaster below the roof overhang and that were the perfect size to cradle the barrel of a rifle.

When he crouched next to an ornamental rock at one corner of the property line, he noticed tiny protective symbols carved into it.

“I don’t like this,” he said as he straightened to his full height. “Something’s off.”

“Val wouldn’t send me someplace unsafe.”

It definitely wasn’t unsafe. Too safe, was more like it. Serena wheezed again, and he set aside his paranoia. Nothing was too safe for Serena. Still, he kept a watchful eye on their surroundings, taking note of the vehicles, the houses, even the f**king birds, as he spoke. “You’re sick. We need to get you inside.”

“My throat is dry. That’s all.”

Wraith swung around, stared at her through the amber filter of his sunglasses. “Don’t BS me. We’ve been through too much.” Enough that he wanted to bundle her up and take her to UG, where he knew he could keep her safe. From Byzamoth, at least. Her illness was a beast he didn’t know how to fight.

“I know.” She hugged herself. Shifted her weight. He hated that he’d made her uncomfortable, but the time for making love and pretending she hadn’t committed suicide was over. He was a fighter, and he was in kill-the-threat mode.

Especially since the threat was now to Serena.

He eyed the building. “What did he say about this house?”

She pulled back a decorative shutter. Behind the wooden flap was a metal box mounted on the side of the building. She pushed some numbers on the keypad and retrieved a key. “He said it’s warded against vampires.”