Dark Forsaken (The Devil's Assistant Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

no longer tried to hit on me and had finally gotten over Gwen—a servant he’d fallen for when he was trapped in Purgatory last summer. She’d been killed for delivering a message, but he thought they were soul mates. Now, it seemed as though he was making up for lost time.
    Sorrel’s phone buzzed just as the elevator dinged. I was sure The Boss was giving him instructions to take me downtown.
    “I need to go home first,” I announced.
    Sorrel ignored me, typing something into his phone, which was odd because he didn’t usually need to acknowledge his orders.
    Sighing, I repeated, “I need to go home first.”
    Sorrel shook his head, typing another message. “There’s no time for that.”
    Was he serious?
    This wasn’t like him, but in my weakened state I wasn’t sure I could force the issue—even though Sorrel and his siblings were part of my realm, I had limitations. The only powers at my command were the abilities I received when I entered Purgatory last spring and a few things from jump-starting the fourth realm last summer. Nothing had any real juice behind it. Because their power base was the largest of any in the fourth realm, trying to hurt them only weakened me.
    With a long sigh, I asked, “What’s the rush? Your twin isn’t causing that much trouble, is he?” Sage had always been more trouble than Sorrel.
    Sorrel’s brow furrowed as if he didn’t know what I meant. His phone buzzed again. Looking down, he said, “Oh, it looks like he is. And now the request makes much more sense,” he said to himself.
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Nothing, we have to go downtown immediately.” Looking me over, he said, “You should change.”
    I glanced down at my work clothes—a boring pair of khaki dress slacks and a simple white cashmere cardigan. I was all about comfort these days, and yes, sometimes that meant I wore a twin set.
    Continuing he said, “We’re going to the Hare—you’ll stick out anyway, but like that, you’ll just look weird.”
    I rolled my eyes, something I did way too often lately. Snapping my fingers, my clothes changed into a nice pair of jeans and cowboy boots, but I kept the cardigan. Sorrel switched his dark suit for tight black jeans, a form-fitting black t-shirt, and black steel-toed work boots. I wasn’t sure who the hell he thought he was kidding: he’d never done manual labor a day in his life. At my raised eyebrow, he winked, just as a black cowboy hat fell onto his head and he shrugged into a kick-ass leather jacket.
    “Whatever,” I muttered as we headed to the motor pool.
    I half expected the manager to bring around an F150, but no, apparently the upper-echelon demon cowboy drove a cherry red Lamborghini.
    It was still daylight when we pulled out of the underground garage at the Tucker Bosh building in midtown, but the sun was setting fast. I stared out the window as the city passed by and felt an almost imperceptible tug on my core as we crossed over into Underworld.
    “Where are we going, exactly?” I asked when I realized we were on the wrong side of town from the Wild Hare, the bar Mace now owned.
    Sorrel remained quiet as we turned onto a side street I recognized. My gut tightened with dread as the blacksmith’s shop came into view.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
     
    “Why are we going to the blacksmith’s shop?” I asked.
    Sorrel didn’t take his eyes off the road. “We have to make a quick stop.”
    “A quick stop. I haven’t been able to get you to stop anywhere that wasn’t on The Boss’s list for weeks, and now we’re taking a sudden detour.”
    Sorrel was quiet.
    I pulled out my phone and started to dial The Boss’s number. Sorrel grabbed it before I could hit the send button.
    “What the hell are you doing? Give it back or I’ll make you regret it.”
    Sorrel scoffed. He looked sideways at me, tucking my phone into his inside jacket pocket. “I’ve noticed something about you, Claire,” he said. “When it