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what new scheme Seth was plotting. Roman settled next to me and pulled me down into my chair.
    â€˜And now, not only the Reapers,’ Seth announced as he sat opposite Casper. ‘As of last week, the Bowley Street Boys and the Black Darby gang all swore allegiance to me. Strength in numbers, you understand.’
    There was a long pause, as everyone digested this new piece of information. I kept quiet, thinking of this turn of events and what it meant. If the other gangs now worked under the Reapers, it made Seth almost as powerful as the Council of Ten within Harken. This was quite the step up. In his first life, Seth had been a powerful hellspawn, until his enemies had conspired to cast him out of the Pit, cursing him to walk The Weald as a human. After that, my knowledge of Seth’s background was sketchy. He’d taken a human name, Seth Hallow, and begun the slow process of rebuilding his base of power. At some point in the past, he had helped nephilim escape the Order, Casper being the first. I’d always known Seth was ambitious, and when I’d learned he knew of my nephilim heritage and potential involvement with some obscure prophecy, I’d thought he meant to use me in his plans. Seems I wasn’t needed for a power grab after all. He was doing just fine on his own.
    â€˜That’s quite an achievement,’ Roman said finally.
    â€˜Yes,’ Seth said smoothly. ‘But easily done once the right motivation was provided. And so I am here tonight, representing interests in Harken.’
    â€˜And do you want to explain what we’re all doing here, exactly?’ Casper asked from his seat next to me.
    Gorath spoke up. ‘We’re here to discuss the future of Harken and The Weald. And the role of the nephilim.’
    Roman shifted in his chair and I caught the movement of his wings, twitching beneath the coat. ‘I thought this meeting was about brokering peace between the different factions of nephilim.’
    â€˜That is an important part of it.’ Gorath nodded at Roman’s shoulders. ‘Would you care to remove your coat? You can’t be comfortable.’
    Roman waved the suggestion away. ‘I’m fine. Let us proceed.’
    â€˜As you wish.’ Gorath looked disappointed. ‘I’m sure you understand now how the landscape has changed dramatically since your arrival here, Brother Roman. I am not blind to the implications of a winged nephilim and, despite what anyone else might think, I have only ever wanted the best for my fellow brothers.’
    The woman in the red dress, Manika, appeared with a tray of drinks, chatting brightly with another woman in a skimpy black leather number. I noticed the woman in black had a scythe tattoo on her forearm.
    â€˜Hope everyone is behaving themselves.’ Manika put down the tray, then stood beside Gorath, ruffling his hair. He smiled at her, face full of adoration.
    â€˜We are, my love.’ He picked up a drink and tilted it towards me. ‘I promise.’
    I was trying to pay attention to what Gorath was saying, but was hugely distracted by the woman in black cuddling up to Seth. She rubbed up against him like a cat on heat, and Seth’s hands were on her hips. It bothered me, and I was horribly annoyed by the fact. Seth and I were ancient history. I decided I was irritated because Seth was playing games; trying to make me cross by bringing a tart along to rub in my face. As if I cared.
    Gorath was talking to Manika in a low voice, while Seth laughed at something the bitch-troll had said. Roman rested a light hand on my arm.
    â€˜Are you alright?’ he asked.
    â€˜Why wouldn’t I be?’
    â€˜You seem tense.’
    â€˜We’re in enemy territory. Of course I’m tense.’
    Roman sat back, a small crease appearing between his eyebrows. I slumped in my chair, scowling and trying to remember why I was even there. They didn’t need me for this shit. They could