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and he was positive it was intentional. They were always trying to teach him a lesson in patience, but they seemed to forget that he was a hunter. Patience wasn’t something he lacked.
    “Eli,” a soft voice called out.
    He spun and narrowed his gaze on the brunette who stood before him. “Ambriel.” He bowed in a show of respect for one of the Tribunal.
    She smiled, though it was weak. Her white gown whispered around her body as she approached him. He could appreciate her beauty, but because she was mated, she brought forth no sexual urges on his part. Thank the Maker.
    “Eli, I’m afraid I have some bad news.”
    Dread coursed through him. Not for fear of retribution from the Seven, but his gut said something was seriously wrong. “What is it?”
    “Gabriel has fallen.”
    The knife twisted in his heart. “No. There’s no way, I’d know.” He and Gabriel were close. He was more than a friend; he was a brother. They’d fought side by side. Saved each other during some of the great battles. Talked about life and how maybe, one day, they would find a mate and fall in love. No one knew Eli like Gabriel.
    “I’m sorry, Eli. I know you two were close, and you’d want to be informed,” her voice bounced softly off the walls. “Tegan will be hunting him.”
    “No! He was my friend and I will bring him in.” While Tegan was their commander, Eli knew Gabriel and could track him quicker.
    “If that is your wish.”
    “It is.” He didn’t wait for further discussions, but stormed off down the hall and back out the door. Trotting halfway down the steps, he stretched out his wings, jumped into the air, and took off.
    Tegan!
    I gather you heard about Gabriel?
    Yes and I will hunt him myself. He hoped his commander didn’t argue.
    I figured you might. I currently have no leads on him, but I’m sure you know where to look.
    He had a good idea. As he glided through the air, he wondered how the hell his friend had fallen, and he’d not even known. He should have felt it. Should have seen some kind of sign that Gabriel was headed down a darkened path. Granted, none of the others had given any indication, but his friend was different and part of him still refused to believe it was true.
    Eli dropped to his feet and absorbed his wings. He produced a black tee, pulling it over his head then donned a black leather jacket, before he strode through the barely lit alley that led to a dive bar he suspected Gabriel might be frequenting. Several eyes followed him. This was gang territory, and the stench of violence filled his nostrils and fueled his anger.
    Four punks, dressed in jeans that hung below their ass and heavy leather coats with their emblems sew on them, stepped in his path. One had a switchblade he twirled, obviously meant to frighten his victim.
    “Yo, stupid fuck,” the one in the middle mouthed off in a thick Brooklyn accent. “You got a lotta shit whicoo, showing up here.”
    Eli fisted his hands at his side and fought to control the twitch in his eye. “Fucking speak English, jackass.”
    The punk to his right stepped forward and jabbed a finger in his chest. “Yo, muthafucker. It means you gotta lotta nerve bringing yo punk ass in the hood.”
    “And you’ve got a lot of nerve standing in my way,” he growled. He dampened his divine energy in hopes they’d make a move. He was ready to pummel something, or in this case, someone.
    One pulled a gun and shoved it under Eli’s chin. It was the trigger that sent his simmering rage to a rapid boil. He brought up his arm and shoved his elbow into the guy’s adam’s apple before he could get a shot off. Not that a mere bullet would kill an archangel.
    While his victim stumbled backward, clutching his throat, the other three swarmed him.
    Perfect.
    He threw a punch to the left and connected square in the jaw. Though he’d toned down his power, he was still stronger than a mortal. The kid landed on his ass, knocked out cold. Next, he turned his attention