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Lucifer had his way with you and you landed in the pit.”
    “Pit” wasn’t an undeserving term to describe Plane Drab. “I’m not in the pit.” And who was Uriel?
    “Then where are you?”
    “Not in the pit, and that’s all you need to know.”
    “Afraid you’ll reveal where the supersecret Bat Cave is?”
    Because all the cool kids wanted to know. “Nope.”
    Kellen moved closer toward her, past the box between them on the floor. The muscles in his thighs bunched through his stonewashed jeans with each step he took toward her, menacing and bomb-diggety hot. “Marcella, what the hell’s going on? You aren’t the woman I once knew. You were once fully capable of slinging zingers that were entire sentences whether your input was welcome or not. And you float,” he remarked. “I don’t ever remember you being able to float.”
    Shit. “Just a little something I picked up while I was on sabbatical.” She pointed her toes in midair. “You like?”
    Kellen cocked an eyebrow of disdain. “Lay it down, Marcella. Why haven’t you been around for three months?” His eyes narrowed with a gleam again. “Are you in hiding from that prick Satan?”
    Taking a step back, Marcella heaved a sigh that whistled. “No. I’m not hiding.”
    “Then why aren’t you popping in and out of here, annoying the shit out of me like you’ve done at least once a week for ten years? Why haven’t you gone to see Delaney and Clyde?”
    She couldn’t help it. The question was out of her mouth before she could stop it. “Where is Delaney, and where’s all of her stuff—the creatures?”
    This time he grinned, as rare when in her presence as the Hope Diamond. Marcella fought the zing of pleasure it brought her to cock an ear when he answered her question. “Long Island. She and Clyde bought a house and a backyard for the creatures—er, dogs.”
    A tear stung her eye. That meant her best friend was finally getting her slice of Americana. Her deepest wish. A husband and a family. Good on D. Marcella’s head bowed to her chest to keep the glimmer of tears that welled in them from spilling, because seriously, her dress didn’t need any more catastrophes to befall it.
    And she’d rather be thrown in the pit than let Kellen see her cry.
    She swallowed hard before speaking, searching for a balance of nonchalant and carefree. “All her dreams come true, huh? The whole ‘you’re the footprints to the sand in my heart’ thing. That’s hard-core.” Pausing for a moment, a million questions on her tongue, Marcella bit them back. “Okay. So good, then. And now, I’m out. You give that crazy afterlife aficionado a big hug from me, and for the love of all that’s frizzy and unmanageable, tell her to condition that hair. See ya, Kellen.”
    Closing her eyes, blocking out the man she’d wanted since the day she’d met him, Marcella willed herself to be gone, hoping it worked in similar fashion to her grand exits of demon days gone by.
    Only it wasn’t exactly working out.
    There was no allover body tingle, a one-time sure signal she was hoofing it on out of wherever it was she no longer wanted to be.
    Scrunching her eyes tighter, she willed once more.
    Nothing. Maybe she hadn’t given it enough time to work. Count. She’d count. It had never taken more than a minute twelve to get gone when she was in her earliest stages of demonicness.
    One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three Mississippi . . .
    Oh, come the fuck on.
    A warm hand was at her upper arm, closing around it and gripping it with firm, lean fingers, the heat of them shooting thready zingers of warmth to her shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going, Marcella?”
    Pier 1 , silly. So I can get one last shop on . She let her eyes flutter open to gaze into his with cool regard. “Let go, Kellen. You’re breaking my concentration.”
    “Nope. You’re not going anywhere until Delaney sees for herself that you’re just fine. And I swear to you, if you don’t make