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They can’t coht

I repeated thatno idea if it was true or not No one, not even Reyes, really knew about the hellhounds What their vulnerabilities were here on earth Their strengths They were not demons, but a product of hell Created there by Lucifer hiht without some kind of protection, like a human once possessed, hellhounds were a different breed entirely They ht as I was

With that thought, I turned back to the lock on the gate, forced myself to calm down, and punched the date into the nuh it and ju over the engine I had to get to soht knohat to do

There were only two people on this plane that I kneho ht have some answers Reyes, naturally, and the Dealer, a Daeva, a slave who had escaped froo and now lived in Albuquerque, New Mexico, running illicit card garee He could sup only on very bad people But he seemed to know a lot more about all of this than anyone else In fact, he was the one who’d told us about the Twelve and the fact that they’d escaped from their prison in hell and made it onto this plane He’d wanted to help protect inning to think he’d rave mistake

So, I could run either to Reyes or to the Dealer, and only one of the tould becoed with the fact that I’d left without hiht up his name in , soaked in soh I’d committed murder I could only hope no one had seen me No one called the police I’d do that myself

My lashes clung together, the blood coagulating and creating a thick, sticky residue, and I dared a quick glance at retted it instantly I looked like the second-to-last victi to look like the second-to-last victim of an axe rade A

The Dealer picked up the line "Thisof society"

"You home?"

"Maybe"

"Be there in two Have your door open"

"Pregnant wo I can do in the interim?"

"Unless you can de ninety-three in a twenty-five, then probably not" I hung up to concentrate on the road before he could say anything else

That had to have been one of the twelve beasts of hell Who else – no what else – could have done that? And if Reyes had materialized, could they have killed hiht it, tried to kill it, just to get it out of the way Picking theht me: Weaken the pack slowly Methodically He’d never been one to sit around and wait to be attacked He preferred the hunt Craved it I’d felt his hunger, his voracious appetite the last time we took on a horde of de spell, for lack of a better phrase, had worked I couldn’t believe Reyes hadn’t ot inwhile covered in blood wasn’t suspicious at all, but I just couldn’t seem to slon I whizzed around a delivery truck and screeched to a stop in the Dealer’s driveway He had a nice adobe in a decent neighborhood Hopefully none of his neighbors were out

I charged out of Misery and ran for his front door, which stood wide open with a kid leaning against the fra at a flirtatious slant Though he looked nineteen, he was centuries old Froether, he’d actually been on earth for over a millennium Tall and wide-shouldered, he had black hair – the tips of which brushed his collarbone – the most incredible bronze-colored eyes I’d ever seen, and a persistent s one minute and deadly the next I still didn’t know the Daeva’s name, but Reyes did The first tinized him from their days back in hell, said he was a champion of some kind His description of the Dealer hadfor the entertained appearance, he didn’t show it

I hurried past hiht for his bathroom But because I didn’t knohich rooht," he said, following ht, and checked ht need hi to keep you safe" When I blinked at hi upon his"Rey’aziel," he clarified "He can be an ass, but --"

"They’re here," I said, taking a towel off the rack and wiping h hiht in front of " I looked down at the towel "There was so much blood"