“What are you really angry about?” Gabriel said.
“I didn’t love him, if that’s what you’re asking,” I said. “I never loved him. But he used his relationship with me as a cover for his extracurriculars. I’m sure that as long as Azazel thought everything was humming along nicely on the betrothal front, he didn’t bother to question Nathaniel too closely. And his position as negotiator with the faerie court gave him leave to meet with Amarantha multiple times over.”
“We must inform Lord Lucifer,” Gabriel said.
“You mean inform Lucifer’s voice mailbox?” I said bitterly. “What’s to say that he’ll rush back from wherever he’s been holed up to deal with Nathaniel? We’ve got to do it ourselves, before any more people are captured.”
Gabriel looked at me steadily. “If I release you, do you promise not to act rashly?”
“Define ‘rashly,’” I said.
“Rushing after Nathaniel and taking his head off with Lucifer’s sword,” Gabriel replied.
“So if I do anything less than that, it won’t be considered rash? What if I rush after him, jump on him and beat him until his face is mangled?”
“I do not want you touching Nathaniel. You might catch something,” Gabriel said solemnly.
I laughed, and Gabriel relaxed, releasing me. I took his hand.
“I’ll call Lucifer. I’ll let him know what’s going on. But then I’m going in,” I said. “I won’t have Nathaniel running around doing more damage.”
“Fine,” Gabriel said. “We will collect our allies, and then we will confront him.”
“You know where he’ll be,” I said grimly.
“Azazel’s court.”
Maybe now Azazel would see just what kind of man he’d tried to force me to marry. Even Azazel couldn’t overlook his favorite undermining Lucifer’s kingdom by consorting with vampires.
“I’m guessing Daddy won’t be happy to see me.”
A couple of hours later the usual suspects were assembled at my house—Jude, Wade, J.B., Samiel, Gabriel and, of course, Beezle, who seemed to have completely given up on the idea that he was supposed to be a home guardian.
“So, what’s the plan?” Beezle said, rubbing his hands together.
“The plan is we go to Azazel’s court, get Nathaniel and get out of there,” I said grimly. “Let’s try to limit casualties if possible.”
“I do not know if Azazel will allow us to limit casualties,” Gabriel said. “He will likely take offense at your presence.”
“I’m prepared for that,” I said.
“I told you that Nathaniel was involved,” Jude growled.
“And I told you that I would get Wade back,” I snapped. “Everyone’s right, so can we dispense with the I-told-you- so’s?”
Gabriel put a restraining hand on my shoulder. Wade mirrored his action with Jude. Jude was having a lot of trouble with the idea that he had to be grateful to a descendant of Lucifer.
“When we go through the portal there may be soldiers waiting for us,” I said. Azazel would know who had generated the portal in his castle and would likely interpret my impending arrival as an act of aggression. “If we’re lucky, Azazel won’t notice our arrival.”
“You have no such luck,” Beezle said.
“There’s no point in standing around talking about it,” J.B. said. “Let’s go.”
We all filed into the yard and huddled in a half circle. Beezle climbed down to the inside pocket of my jacket.
“Go team,” he said, and disappeared under my lapel.
“I’ll wake you when it’s over,” I said. “I’m going first.”
There was a general rumbling of male disagreement.
“I’m going first,” I repeated. “Azazel may interpret my presence as an attempt at contrition, and if they notice our arrival immediately, then that may save us. But if the lot of you come through before me loaded for bear, then it could get ugly really fast.”
I could tell Gabriel did not like this at all. His innate need to throw himself before any possible threat to me was warring with his common sense.
“Trust that I can take care of myself,” I said softly.
“I do,” he said.
“Then show me.”
He nodded reluctantly, and turned away to open the portal. A moment later I stepped through.
There was the familiar disorientation, the sensation of my brain being squeezed, my ears popping, and then I was through. I landed in the hallway outside Azazel’s throne room, as usual, and even managed to land on my feet for a change. I drew Lucifer’s sword immediately and spun in a circle, looking for the threat that I was sure would be there.
The hall was empty. The doors to the throne room were closed, and the sounds of a loud and raucous party drifted out.
So Azazel was likely too distracted by his guests to notice my arrival. Good.
“Although that seems like a pretty big security hole,” I muttered. “Not that it’s my problem, but still…”
Gabriel came through a second later, followed by J.B., Samiel, Jude and Wade. They all had their battle faces on and seemed as surprised as I was that no one was waiting for us.
We didn’t speak. We all understood what was about to happen. It was not very likely that Azazel would allow us to quietly take Nathaniel away.
I pushed open the doors to Azazel’s throne room for the second time that week, and the others arranged themselves around me.
A slow wave of ceased conversation started from the individuals closest to the door until everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing and turned to stare. Several angels cleared a path out of my way, leaving a direct line between my father and me.
Azazel stared. Nathaniel stood beside him, looking haggard. I didn’t feel in the least bit sorry for him.
I stalked forward. Azazel made a motion at a couple of his bodyguards, who moved to block my way. They were both quite a bit taller than me, but I looked between their shoulders at my father.
I ignored them, addressing Azazel. “We have come for Nathaniel ap Zerachiel, to charge him with the crime of stealing humans’ memories and selling them to vampires.”
Nathaniel started next to Azazel. It was small, it was subtle, but it was there. That was all the confirmation I needed.
Azazel gave Nathaniel a sideways glance. It was hard to read.
“You have evidence of this?” he said.
“Yes,” I said. “He was witnessed speaking with the ghost of Amarantha, the faerie Queen.”
“And was he simply witnessed in her company?” Azazel asked. “There may be many perfectly innocent reasons why Nathaniel was speaking with her. He has long been an associate of Amarantha’s, serving as a trusted negotiator on behalf of Lord Lucifer.”
“So what if no one actually heard Nathaniel plotting?” I said. “He was consorting with a known traitor to Lucifer’s kingdom.”
There. I said it. The T word. Azazel surely wouldn’t want the taint of rebellion on his court.
Nathaniel assumed a familiar expression of arrogance. “How dare you enter Lord Azazel’s court and cast aspersions on my character? You should not even be permitted in this place. You have behaved shamefully toward your father.”
“Don’t try to wriggle your way out of this one. I’m not afraid of you.” I looked up at the two lunkheads blocking my way. “If you don’t get out of my way, I will blast you into the next millennium. And don’t think that you’re faster than me. You’re not.”
I don’t know if my reputation preceded me or if Azazel’s bodyguards are just that cowardly, but they both stepped aside. I strode forward until I was within a few feet of Azazel. The shiny pink mark from Lucifer’s sword marred his handsome face.