Reap & Reveal (The Reaper Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

than the bar they’d hit last night.
    Music pounded through the heavy steel door as he leaned her back against the cold bricks and waited. He sent his senses into the night and called his demons. Once created, the demons could cycle endlessly through host after host. With seven billion plus people on the planet, they would live as parasites in one body after another until every human host was depleted. By then, Lucifer would have perfected a satisfactory form for them to animate indefinitely. He was close even now.
    The dark one had a vivid imagination. Camael was confident the new evolution would thrive in place of mankind.
    As it was meant to be.
    Scanning the alley, she could sense Camael’s growing impatience even though it had been mere seconds since he’d sent the call. He still had at least a thousand demons scattered about the city despite the reapers’ incessant meddling. They’d had a larger impact on his work than he had anticipated, but after a few more nights, he’d have everything he needed. Everything except the sacrifice, that was, and for that he’d have to wait. Because without it, the portal would never stay open.
    Ridiculous how such a small thing could make such a tremendous difference in the success or failure of his plan. Of course, failure wasn’t an option. Lucifer didn’t have to clarify it for him. Camael had known what he was signing on for from the very beginning. He was going into this eyes-wide-open.
    The ember of hatred still smoldering within his now black heart helped him remember what had gotten him here. And exactly who was responsible.
    He raised Maeve’s face to look up into the night sky and she noticed the faded Sunbeam Bakers advertisement painted on the side of the alley wall. The little blonde girl, hands folded in prayer under the words “Not by bread alone.”
    Indeed , Camael thought. Neither bread nor prayer was going to help the souls beyond this door.
    He smiled as the first of the demons walked toward him from the street, his yellow eyes shining.
    ***
    Nate opened his eyes to a sea of faces, all way too close to his own. He was lying on the floor next to the granite bar, his pizza nowhere in sight. Raising his head, he quickly thought better of it and resumed his position, waiting for the Tweety birds to stop flying.
    Deacon held him down to the floor with a hand pressed to his shoulder. “You stay where you are a little longer. Get your bearings. Given the way your head cracked on the bar when you went down, I’m pretty sure you have a concussion.”
    Concussion? Yeah, that seems about right.
    He raised his hand to his forehead and felt the goose egg growing there. He didn’t have to see it to know it was already purple.
    How long had he been out?
    One minute he was filling his plate and the next he was in an alley and Maeve—
    He attempted to jerk himself upright again. “I know where she is.”
    Deacon’s brows inched toward the center of his forehead. “You know where who is?”
    “Maeve! I know where she is right this minute. We have to go. Now! ”
    “You’re in no kind of shape to go anywhere…now or later. You’re going to stay here and rest.”
    “She’s downtown near Foster and Stearns. There’s another bar. A big club. Camael is gathering his demons. Again. This might be our only chance!”
    “And you know this how?”
    Nate swallowed hard. He was not a fan of the overshare, but if he was going to convince them to get going, it was now or never.
    “I saw it. Through her eyes. I’ve been having dreams…visions.”
    “For how long?” Deacon asked.
    “A few weeks now.”
    Deacon’s brow furrowed more. He was obviously wondering how any information from a man who’d just hit his head hard enough to knock himself unconscious could be trusted. Nate didn’t blame him, but he’d recognized the advertisement on the side of the building through Maeve’s eyes. He knew he was right.
    Nate struggled against Deacon’s hold, desperate to be