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will, but not today. I’ll be good, I promise.”
    She turned away, eager to get started. Pausing at the door, she glanced back at Patrick. “Would you have taken me off the st ory if it wasn’t for this?” She waved the paper in the air.
    “Yup.”
    ***
    Cade paced the floor of the office. He came to a halt by the tall windows, shoved his hands in his pockets, and stared down at the city of London far below.
    Nearly two weeks since he’d found her. He needed to act, but terror battled with the impatience inside him.
    Once they met again, he would only have five days.
    Right now, there was still a chance, and just to know that she was here in this world filled him with a wild sense of exhilar ation.
    “You know Lilith will be looking for her?”
    The question came from behind, and Cade swung around. Torrin lounged in the huge leather chair, feet resting on the desk in front of him. His black hair fell loose around his shoulders, framing a long face with pale skin. A scar ran down from his right eyebrow across his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth, pulling his lip into a perpetual half-smile rarely reflected in those sleepy golden eyes.
    A scar from an angel’s sword—mortal weapons would not mark the m.
    He appeared relaxed, but Cade knew his friend too well and could sense the tension, the barely suppressed excitement behind the impassive façade.
    “Lilith has spies everywhere,” Torr continued. “It won’t take her long to hunt your Eleni down. I know you’ ve got people watching her, but you need to move.”
    He didn’t need Torr to point that out. He was quite aware that while Lilith had given the impression she was bestowing a favor by letting Phoebe go, in reality she’d had no choice. Within the rules of the Covenant, he had a right to save Phoebe should her life be in peril. He shouldn’t have shown himself, but there had been no other way.
    Lilith would not be so lenient should Phoebe come within her grasp a second time. While his queen cared nothing for Caden personally, if Phoebe returned to him, then Lilith would lose his allegiance, and Lilith hated to lose anything she considered hers.
    He pressed his eyelids. “Christ, how the hell do I keep her safe from Lilith when I can’t tell her the truth?”
    They had vo wed allegiance to Lilith when there had been nothing left in the world but vengeance. At the time, it had seemed a good deal; Lilith bestowed on them her dark powers in exchange for their loyalty, and Torr at her side and eventually in her bed.
    Those first years had passed in a fog of red hot rage. They’d had their revenge many times over, sated themselves on the blood of their enemies. Torr had become the Destroyer, a wild thing, a force of nature. And they had followed him, the Storm Lords of destruction.
    For a thousand years, they had wreaked havoc on the world, so powerful that even the angels came to fear them.
    Until one day, when Gabriel had appeared.
    He’d revealed that their wives were not dead and lost to them forever, as they had believed, but inste ad were caught in a perpetual cycle of death and rebirth, tied to the earth by the elixir they had taken.
    Cade and his brothers had been offered a chance to make good the harm they had done to mankind, to become a force for good.
    But a vow of allegiance could not be put aside lightly, and Lilith had the power to draw them to her.
    She wanted Torr back. But in her way, she loved him, and she didn’t want his hatred. And so the covenant had been drawn up, between the Storm L ords, Gabriel, and Lilith, who had fought for every point.
    One thousand years of freedom, they’d been granted—if they found their wives in that time, Lilith would release them from their vow. But their wives must see them, know them, love them without being told anything of the past.
    They h ad five days, and if they failed, their wives would die, and this time they would not be reborn.
    And so they had clawed their way out of the darkness,