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Thanatos had managed to squeeze some information out of Orelia, his demon tattoo artist, and if her intel was to be believed, the Dark Lord’s right-hand man was leading Sartael around by the nose and using him as a bloodhound. With the end of days on the horizon, Satan and Lucifer were in a scramble to locate ancient objects of magic and power that could be used in the final battle. Apparently, they’d just procured a mystical dagger rumored to have belonged to Charlemagne, and they were now on the hunt for the Spear of Destiny.

Limos and her brothers were here to stop them—and convince Sartael to help them find her agimortus.

All of them were on edge as they went from one underworld city to the next, and it didn’t help that the hellhound accompanying them, Gore, kept nipping at Bones’s heels. Bones was not happy at all, and it took every drop of concentration she had to keep him from attacking the canine.

“I hate this place,” she muttered.

Thanatos scowled at her. “Then you shouldn’t have come,” he said, and Ares nodded in agreement.

She didn’t argue, because they were right. But with Arik gone, she’d fallen back into her old self-destructisel

Except that wasn’t true, was it? Only after Arik was gone had she realized that being with him gave her a similar high. Similar, but better, because it was a pure, feel-good sensation that didn’t make her hate herself.

I’ve got to get Arik back. Her brothers turned to stare at her. Oops, she’d spoken out loud. “What? I don’t trust The Aegis or R-XR to keep him safe.”

Always the warrior, Ares returned his sharp gaze to the landscape as he spoke. “Have you contacted Kynan?”

“He won’t tell me where Arik is.” She patted Bones’s ebony neck, unsurprised when he growled in irritation. “And since he’s charmed, I can’t torture it out of him.”

“It’s probably not a good idea to torture the people we’re supposed to be working with,” Ares said wryly.

“It’s a good idea,” she protested. “As long as I don’t get caught.”

“I’m cool with kicking Guardian ass,” Thanatos chimed in.

It was often hard to tell when Than was being serious, but in this case, he was a little too enthusiastic about the prospect of bloodying up a Guardian, and she wondered if his resident Guardian was the reason for his attitude.

“I have to do something.” She shooed Gore away as he crept up on Bones again. “Too many people want Arik dead, including whatever asshole sent the khnives.”

“I’m curious about the khnives too.” The deep, resonant voice from behind them made all their mounts whirl and the hellhound snarl.

“Lucifer,” she hissed, and before the demon’s name was even fully out of her mouth, Ares had thrown open a Harrowgate and Than had launched a dagger. The blade caught the tall, black-haired fallen angel in the shoulder, but he just laughed, his pure crimson eyes glowing like laser beams.

“Your husband is looking for you, Limos. It’s time for you to go to him.”

Gore went low, belly to the ground, lips peeled away from razor sharp teeth and ears flattened against his skull, but wisely, he didn’t make a move. Lucifer could snuff him with no more than a snap of his fingers.

“She’s not going anywhere.” Ares crowded Battle against Bones in preparation to bulldoze them into the Harrowgate.

“Where is Sartael?” she asked.

“Funny you should ask. He just completed an assignment for me.” Lucifer snapped his fingers, and a winged man dropped from the sky, landing in a crouch next to him.

The male raised to his full, seven-foot height, his dried-blood-red leathery wings rising high above his bald head.

“What?” he snarled, and Limos got the distinct impression that he was less than happy to be dealing with Lucifer.

“Meet the Horsemen,” Lucifer said, his voice all silk and slime. “Pay extra attention to the female, since your next assignment will be to locate her agimortus.”

Limos snorted to cover up the fact that her heart had stopped. “Yeah, good luck with that, Sarty. You can’t find what hasn’t been hidden or lost, and I’ve already found it.”

Oh, that lie