Revenant(98)

“You won’t be trapped. You’ll be —” He broke off as Eidolon entered the cafeteria and jogged over, his expression calm, but she knew the look in his eyes.

Trouble was brewing.

“We have a situation,” he said, lowering his voice so no one but Blaspheme and Rev would hear. “Angels have surrounded the hospital and the clinic, and somehow, they’ve managed to shut down the Harrowgate. No one can get in or out without going through the angels.”

“I can,” Revenant said.

Eidolon inclined his head. “You and Reaver are probably the only ones who can still flash in and out.”

“What do they want?” Blaspheme asked, even though she knew.

“They want you. And your mother. And they said they won’t leave until we hand you both over.”





Revenant watched the Seminus demon who ran the hospital, hoping that the next words out of his mouth weren’t Come on, Blaspheme, let’s hand you over.

Because the doctor would have to die.

“Blaspheme,” Eidolon said, “don’t worry. We’ll figure this out.”

“I can flash Blaspheme and her mother out of here,” Revenant said. “I’ll get them to safety. And then I’ll deal with the angels. Wipe out the lot of them.”

And he’d relish every second of it. When he was finished, it would look like giant ogres had a pillow fight in the hospital’s parking lot.

A bloody pillow fight.

“That’ll be a temporary measure at best.” Blaspheme tucked her hands into her lab coat pockets. “They know who I am. Where I work. And I don’t think —”

A flash of light filled the cafeteria, and on its heels was the warning tingle unique to Reaver. A heartbeat later, the angel materialized, still looking as pissed as he had been at Thanatos’s place. His murderous gaze zeroed in on Revenant.

Here we go again.

“This sibling rivalry is becoming tiresome,” Revenant drawled.

Reaver, having no sense of humor that Rev could see, hissed. “I’ll deal with you later.” He looked over at Eidolon. “What’s happening outside? There’s an entire legion of angels barricading the hospital.”

“You think I didn’t notice that?” Eidolon turned away to order a nurse to test Harrowgate operation between the hospital and the clinic.

Reaver rounded on Revenant. “Is this your doing? Does this have something to do with why you attacked Thanatos for his blood?”

“He has nothing to do with the angels,” Blaspheme said, putting herself between Rev and Reaver. Which was adorable. “As for what happened with Thanatos, that’s my fault. Revenant got the blood for me.”

Reaver scowled. “For you? Why?”

“Don’t,” Revenant warned, but the muley glare Blaspheme gave him said she was determined to spill the beans.

Revenant primed his power, just in case Reaver reacted badly. And then his brother would see just how far Rev would go to protect those he cared about.

“Because I’m a vyrm,” Blaspheme blurted. “And I needed the blood to complete a spell that will conceal my true nature.”

Reaver’s brow climbed up his forehead as he glanced over at Eidolon. “It was Blaspheme you were talking about the other day?” At the doctor’s nod, Reaver exhaled a curse. “You could have told me why you needed Thanatos’s blood, Revenant.”

“Yeah, because it was so easy to talk while engulfed in fire. Oh, and the crushed lungs didn’t help with that, either.”

“You did that to him?” Blaspheme’s hands clenched as if she wanted to take a swing at Reaver. Revenant was tempted to nullify the hospital’s antiviolence spell so she could. “He’s your brother! How could you?”

Eidolon held up his hand. “We can deal with family matters later. Right now we have to do something about the angels. Injured patients can’t get in, and there are at least two mated Sems, including myself, who can’t get to their mates. The situation will go critical in a few hours unless we can hitch rides with Reaver and Revenant.”

Ah, right. As incubi, Seminus demons needed sex to survive, and while the unmated ones could get it from anywhere, mated Sems were limited to sex with their females.

“So all these angels are here for Blaspheme?” Reaver asked. “Seems a little drastic, even for extremists like Eradicators.”

Blaspheme swore softly. “I don’t think this is entirely about my being a vyrm. They wouldn’t send an entire legion of angels for that. This is bigger, and I’d be willing to bet that if you dig deep, you’ll find that an archangel named Raphael is responsible for this.”