Local anesthesia didn’t work well on angels. Wraith, like all five of the Sem siblings, was extremely protective of his mate and offspring.Įidolon took Reaver’s shirt and tossed it to Sin. “The third lasher tried to decapitate my mate.” Wraith shrugged in his beaten-to-hell leather duster. “I only needed two lasher thyroid glands. “I had to kill three lashers for those, so treat them well.” The tiny objects inside clinked as the container met Eidolon’s palm. “You know what I mean.”Įidolon gestured to Wraith, who tossed him a glass vial. “I hate to tell you this,” Eidolon said as he gloved up, “but what I’m doing now is helping you. “I know your charm will keep you safe from most dangers in Sheoul, but if word gets out that any of you helped me, Underworld General itself will be a target for Satan’s minions.” But no, I won’t put any of you at risk.” He held up a hand to stop Wraith from saying what Reaver knew he was going to say. “Wraith has a neon arrow pointing to his little pin head, but your Heavenly bullies won’t recognize the rest of us.” It was time for them to enjoy their lives with their new families. Besides, they’d been through enough in the last few years.
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