Grigori 2 - Sins of the Son by Linda Poitevin

Author:Linda Poitevin
Language: eng
Format: mobi
ISBN: 9781101561218
Publisher: Ace Books
Published: 2012-03-26T21:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FOUR

“We’ve found him.”

Lucifer looked up to find Samael standing in the doorway, wings outspread in obvious excitement. “That was quick.”

“And unexpected.” Coming into the office, Sam glanced back as his wings knocked into the door frame. He tucked them into place against his shoulders. “You remember the Power who broke the pact?”

Once again, Lucifer set aside the journal he had been working on. He popped a peppermint into his mouth. “Caim’s twin. Yes. What about him?”

“You knew he was cast out into the mortal realm without his powers? Some of the ranks have been toying with him, exacting a certain—revenge for what they perceive to be his sins against their colleagues.”

“I care about this why?”

“Patience, oh Mighty One.” Samael grinned, obviously enjoying himself. “I’m getting to that.”

Lucifer glowered at the overt use of the nickname he knew was murmured behind his back. “You’re pushing your luck, Archangel,” he warned.

Samael waved a dismissive hand. “Whatever. Just listen. Qemuel was the latest to go after the Power. He was following him, waiting for his opportunity to strike, when the Power went to a hotel to meet a woman.”

Whatever? Lucifer’s fingers curled around the pen he’d begun to wish was Samael’s neck. “That might make the Power a potential recruit,” he acknowledged tightly. “But I still don’t see—”

“She’s the Nephilim Caim tried to kill.”

Sam’s smile took on a whole new level of satisfaction. Lucifer waited, sensing more to come. His aide didn’t disappoint.

“And she has Seth.”

The pen in Lucifer’s hand snapped in two, sending a spray of ink across the desk. A stain spread over the page he’d been writing. It couldn’t be. The consequences were too great; she wouldn’t dare move against him that way. Wouldn’t risk—

“You know what this means.”

Lucifer fought down a sour rush of sickness and held up discolored fingers for silence. There had to be another explanation. She was the One, the Creator, the single constant in the whole of the universe. A fine film of sweat broke out along his forehead. She wouldn’t break her word like that. Couldn’t. Not when her word was all he had left. Not when he counted on that word to give him the time he needed to finally rid himself of that plague she called her children.

He raised his gaze to Samael’s gleeful face. The expectation behind it. “That’s it? That’s all we have?”

Samael’s smile faded. “We have an angel in direct contact with the Appointed,” he said. “One of Heaven’s own, interfering with your son. Violating the terms of the agree-ment.”

“Did Qemuel see them together? The Power and the Appointed?”

“Not exactly, but—”

“Then how do we know the Power was there for him and not for the woman?”

Temper darkened his aide’s face. “And Seth just happened to be there?” he snarled. “You can’t seriously think this is all a coincidence. The One’s mark is all over this.”

Agony lanced through Lucifer’s chest. He felt certain that his very heart had begun to bleed. Wondered if it had ever stopped. “It doesn’t matter,” he said.

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