Archer had taken away a delicious piece of candy.
Archer went to Silver’s cell. Silver still lay in the same position, unmoving.
“Well, well. You seem to be adjusting,” Archer said.
“I have faced far worse conditions than this. The Middle Ages were particularly disgusting,” he said reminiscently. This one will be more difficult , Archer thought.
“Tell me about the ceremony Malachi plans to do,” Archer ordered, not bothering with small talk.
Silver let out a short laugh. “Oh, sure. I’ll be sure to cut off my own balls while I’m at it.”
Archer considered utilising some of those creative methods he mentioned to Crux, but he was eager to return to Addison.
“Tell me about the ceremony Malachi plans to do,” he repeated, this time injecting his coercive powers into his voice.
Silver’s eyes widened before he began talking against his will. “He needs sons of Kozabiel to release our fathers from their prison. He needs a descendant of Enoch to sacrifice, and their blood will be payment for the release. It’s a part of the prophecy.” Silver’s eyes were wide in alarm. Finally , Archer thought. Silver’s words sunk in. Addison’s a descendant of Enoch?
“There must be thousands of his descendants. Why is Malachi so eager to get Addison?” Archer asked, power oozing from him. He doubted he could turn it off if he wanted to. His emotions were going haywire.
“The sacrifice must be a virgin.” Addison is a virgin? Archer thought absently. He had come so close to taking her last night. Shit. He tried to stay focused.
“Why a virgin?”
“All the greatest ceremonies involve virgins,” Silver said sadistically. “Only something pure can release those who are so tainted. It’s about balance.”
“How does he plan to get her?” Archer demanded.
“He’s hired mercenaries to find her and deliver her untouched.”
“When will the ceremony take place?” Archer asked.
“Samhain,” Silver said before closing his eyes in torment. He opened them, and they burned bright with hatred.
“Where does Malachi stay?”
“Do you think he was stupid enough to tell anyone that?” Silver said, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “When our fathers are released they will reward us for freeing them. We will unite and be strong enough to overthrow Heaven. You will die or rot in the depths of Hell.”
Archer threw his head back and laughed. “That’s what you think?” Archer asked incredulously. “You are idiots. The Grigori will finish killing us all, hoping they will once again win God’s favour. You are naive to believe anything else.”
Archer didn’t wait for a response but knocked on the door and left when Quinn opened it. He shut it behind him.
“You should know, he is also a son of Azazel,” Archer told him.
Quinn’s face didn’t change.
“Like I give a shit.”
“In that case, have fun with him,” Archer returned. Quinn’s lips slid into a chilling smile before he stepped into Silver’s cell.
***
Chapter 12
Addison sat in the passenger seat while Jake drove to campus. He was wearing a black sweater and jeans, looking hotter than any university student she’d ever seen. Still, he wasn’t quite as delectable as his brooding older brother. He chatted with her the entire way, about nothing and everything. He was very easy to be around, and Addison found herself enjoying his company.
They walked into the lecture and took a seat towards the back. Jake took a quick look around, taking in the surroundings. Addison realised that his nonchalance was an act. While he maintained a lazy expression and relaxed posture as he scanned the room, she didn’t doubt that he took in all the information with a critical eye. This included good-looking women.
“Just my luck. Attractive lawyers must be a rarity.” Jake narrowed his eyes at her, and appeared genuinely frustrated before adding, “Except you of course you, Addy. You are beauty incarnate.”
He let out a deep
Archer went to Silver’s cell. Silver still lay in the same position, unmoving.
“Well, well. You seem to be adjusting,” Archer said.
“I have faced far worse conditions than this. The Middle Ages were particularly disgusting,” he said reminiscently. This one will be more difficult , Archer thought.
“Tell me about the ceremony Malachi plans to do,” Archer ordered, not bothering with small talk.
Silver let out a short laugh. “Oh, sure. I’ll be sure to cut off my own balls while I’m at it.”
Archer considered utilising some of those creative methods he mentioned to Crux, but he was eager to return to Addison.
“Tell me about the ceremony Malachi plans to do,” he repeated, this time injecting his coercive powers into his voice.
Silver’s eyes widened before he began talking against his will. “He needs sons of Kozabiel to release our fathers from their prison. He needs a descendant of Enoch to sacrifice, and their blood will be payment for the release. It’s a part of the prophecy.” Silver’s eyes were wide in alarm. Finally , Archer thought. Silver’s words sunk in. Addison’s a descendant of Enoch?
“There must be thousands of his descendants. Why is Malachi so eager to get Addison?” Archer asked, power oozing from him. He doubted he could turn it off if he wanted to. His emotions were going haywire.
“The sacrifice must be a virgin.” Addison is a virgin? Archer thought absently. He had come so close to taking her last night. Shit. He tried to stay focused.
“Why a virgin?”
“All the greatest ceremonies involve virgins,” Silver said sadistically. “Only something pure can release those who are so tainted. It’s about balance.”
“How does he plan to get her?” Archer demanded.
“He’s hired mercenaries to find her and deliver her untouched.”
“When will the ceremony take place?” Archer asked.
“Samhain,” Silver said before closing his eyes in torment. He opened them, and they burned bright with hatred.
“Where does Malachi stay?”
“Do you think he was stupid enough to tell anyone that?” Silver said, his lips curling into a cruel smile. “When our fathers are released they will reward us for freeing them. We will unite and be strong enough to overthrow Heaven. You will die or rot in the depths of Hell.”
Archer threw his head back and laughed. “That’s what you think?” Archer asked incredulously. “You are idiots. The Grigori will finish killing us all, hoping they will once again win God’s favour. You are naive to believe anything else.”
Archer didn’t wait for a response but knocked on the door and left when Quinn opened it. He shut it behind him.
“You should know, he is also a son of Azazel,” Archer told him.
Quinn’s face didn’t change.
“Like I give a shit.”
“In that case, have fun with him,” Archer returned. Quinn’s lips slid into a chilling smile before he stepped into Silver’s cell.
***
Chapter 12
Addison sat in the passenger seat while Jake drove to campus. He was wearing a black sweater and jeans, looking hotter than any university student she’d ever seen. Still, he wasn’t quite as delectable as his brooding older brother. He chatted with her the entire way, about nothing and everything. He was very easy to be around, and Addison found herself enjoying his company.
They walked into the lecture and took a seat towards the back. Jake took a quick look around, taking in the surroundings. Addison realised that his nonchalance was an act. While he maintained a lazy expression and relaxed posture as he scanned the room, she didn’t doubt that he took in all the information with a critical eye. This included good-looking women.
“Just my luck. Attractive lawyers must be a rarity.” Jake narrowed his eyes at her, and appeared genuinely frustrated before adding, “Except you of course you, Addy. You are beauty incarnate.”
He let out a deep
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