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don’t want a repeat of the pain he caused by grabbing my arms
earlier.
    He laughs, predictably, but it’s hollow again. “No
way. I’m not sleeping with you.”
    I drop my arm. “You don’t have to. Just act like I’m
successfully distracting you and messing up your relationship with Gracie.”
    “It’s Grace. And no. No bargains. I’m pretty sure
that’s against the rules.”
    My eyes flash red. Damn him. “You need me. Lucifer
isn’t going to open up to you. I will find out what the deal is with…Noah, did
you say? And you will keep your mouth shut about my setback today.” I lean in farther.
Any closer and we’d be kissing.
    Josh’s face turns red like he’s struggling not to
explode. Finally he lets out a sigh. “Fine. Find out, and quick.”
    I smile, tossing my hair. “Finally, a job I can do.”
    I disappear in a wisp of smoke. Hopefully this Noah
guy is fun to play with, because I’m guessing it’ll be a lot easier to get info
out of him than the Boss.

Chapter 6
    Josh
     
    So Lucifer sent Keira to “distract”
me. He has to know her seduction routine won’t work—or maybe he doesn’t.
Maybe he can’t comprehend true love and commitment. Either way, I’m on to
something.
    I keep thinking back to what I saw on that screen.
Thank The Man Himself, Grace didn’t watch long enough to see what happened
after Noah left the house.
    He booked it to Main Street, not far from the sight of
our fatal accident, where he stopped in front of the very coffeehouse where I
ran into Keira, then ducked into the alleyway next door. And who was waiting
there in the shadows? None other than Lucifer himself.
    It can’t be a coincidence. Satan is targeting Grace’s
family on purpose. It would explain Noah going down the wrong path. And if Mr.
Griffith knew about Lucifer’s involvement, I’m sure he’d change his mind about
revealing ourselves and getting involved in Noah’s life.
    At least that’s what I tell myself as I turn down the very
same alley. Keira said she would find out what was going on, but I’m not going
to sit back and wait.
    Naturally, they’re gone by the time I get there. If
only I hadn’t stopped to interrogate Keira.
    I pound a fist into the wall, cracking a crooked
spiral into the brick. Oops. I need to get myself under control. Keira will find
out what’s up. She’s right about Lucifer—he wouldn’t give me a straight
answer, anyway. Even though he never lies, he’s a master of misdirection. And
Keira will do what she promised, because she’s out to save her own skin.
    But I can’t just sit back and do nothing while Lucifer
corrupts Grace’s brother. I have to stop Noah from making a huge mistake. But I
can’t tell Grace—she’d freak out. She’d be crushed…and then she’d storm
in and end up losing her connection with her family altogether. I can’t allow
that to happen.
    I know what I have to do.
    I will myself back to Heaven and straight to Mr.
Griffith, so preoccupied that I barely notice the warm glow as I transport. I’m
definitely not prepared for the crazy medieval dungeon I materialize in and
nearly trip on a pair of giant metal jaws. Ouch.
    “Who’s that?” The guy’s Australian accent is so thick
he sounds like Chris Hemsworth. He’s a lot heavier and scragglier, though.
    “Excuse us for just a minute, Mr. Wallace.” Mr.
Griffith’s soothing voice makes the burly man smile and nod.
    Mr. Griffith motions for me to follow him out of the
room, and I find us both back in the pool hall. But this time, there are no
pool tables. It’s empty.
    Mr. Griffith levels his gaze at me, leaning back
against the cue rack on the wall. I shuffle my feet, anxious to scream out my
news, but careful to act as levelheaded as possible so I won’t look like a flipped-out
teenager.
    “So, what’s the emergency?” Mr. Griffith relaxes and I
let my shoulders drop, too, finally given the green light.
    “It’s about Grace’s brother, Noah. I know what you
said