Demon's Kiss

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Authors: V. J. Devereaux
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them looked at her as if she were insane and
said, “Help? He is our prince. Of course we will help.”
    Prince? There was no time to think about that, but suddenly
a lot of other things fell into place. Not least of which was that Templeton
would not have summoned a lesser demon when he could have a prince. It
shouldn’t have been that much of a surprise.
    “Ba’al,” Ashtoreth said sharply, his golden eyes glowing
with fury. “Asmodeus, he is a prisoner?”
    Gabriel nodded. “But not for long if this works. It might be
a trap to catch more of you as Asmodeus was caught but there may be a way if we
move fast.”
    “There is no risk we will not take for Asmodeus,” Ashtoreth
said.
    If Asmodeus could conjure up those firepots, could they
conjure up her gun, her badge? The picture of them was in her head, she longed
for them, felt naked without them. It was something she hadn’t dared to
consider when she was with Asmodeus as it was extremely unlikely that
Templeton’s watching men would have failed to notice.
    “Can any of you get my weapon? My badge?”
    A gesture and Ashtoreth produced both, her gun in her
holster.
    Like Asmodeus and the firepots, they were suddenly just
there in his hand.
    Magic.
    Gabriel blinked.
    “Damn,” she said in surprise as she took them.
    Ashtoreth looked at her. “The picture of them was clear in
your head.”
    After all she’d seen it was still startling.
    With a shake of her head, she maintained focus.
    She had always carried light, small-caliber weapons, because
there was no point in her wrists aching when she needed to keep them steady,
and second because, if you were good enough, that should be all you would need.
    She was good enough.
    There wasn’t much time. She concealed both beneath the loose
folds of the dress.
    “Can you get the iron off him?” she asked.
    Knowing how it chafed him, she didn’t know if any of them
could touch it either.
    His horror reflected in his voice, Ashtoreth said, tightly,
“They put iron on him?”
    Shadows moved in those golden eyes, fiery sparks whirling as
his face set.
    Gabriel nodded.
    Grimly, he nodded and said, “We can.”
    Letting out a long, slow breath, Gabriel looked at them. It
wasn’t the first time she had directed an operation like this, but never with
demons…Daemonae.
    It had not been her intention to call them into the circle,
but if she could somehow manage to summon them while outside it…
    For a moment she considered having them try to take the
place but it was too much of a risk. There was too great a chance a warning
would get out. With Asmodeus still out there, she couldn’t, didn’t dare, take
the chance that Templeton would kill him or hold him hostage. Not with the risk
to his people. Or him.
    “Do you have a plan?” Ashtoreth asked.
    She looked at him steadily and nodded. It was what she did.
She outlined what she had in mind.
    Those golden eyes met hers evenly.
    He inclined his head in respect, eyes glowing.
    * * * * *
    The land they drove through was heavily wooded, the trees
lush and green. It was such a contrast to the barren landscape to which
Asmodeus had become accustomed. With a sigh, he looked out the window of the
limousine and up at the clear blue sky. He could almost feel his wings flex,
the yearning to be free was so intense.
    Except his wings were not there.
    He looked at the faint reflection of his face in the glass
of the window. As much as it was his own, in a way, it had been so long since
he had seen this human face that it was almost as unfamiliar to him as a
stranger’s. The lines, planes and angles of it were his, but the color was
wrong, no horns sprouted from his forehead, and his wings did not rise behind
him. He flexed his hands and felt the iron shift on his wrists.
    With interest, he watched a motorcycle pass them on the
highway. What would it be like to ride one of those? It would be much like
flying, the wind blowing through your hair, the sense of speed. Longing tugged
at

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