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you know, the line of succession for this land is iron-clad. It goes to the eldest surviving direct descendent of Papa Orrin. When Daddy's gone, that's me." She stalked out, slamming the door behind her.
    It was stupid and petty and Sam knew it. The idiot was sick and wouldn’t admit it and taking a sick man out into a blizzard was unthinkable no matter how much she hated him. But there was nothing wrong with making Joe think she would. Letting him know the ranch was hers no matter what was a mistake too. Soon enough he'd figure out the stipulation only applied to the land, not the stock and other assets. Then she'd be screwed six ways from Sunday.
     

CHAPTER THREE
     
    Kassern clapped Toren on the shoulder. “You understand the ground rules?”
    Toren sniffed the air , sampling the corruption. “This place is cursed.”
    “I knew I sensed something off,” Dorn muttered.
    “Yes,” Kassern agreed. “Not a highly unusual dilemma in this realm.”
    True. A huge storm was maybe two hours out, adding to the new concern. He needed to hurry. “I understand the rules.” Impatience swirled the mercury through his veins, pushing hard, insisting he get started. Invisibly hovering above the ground as they discussed the finer points of his role in the mission felt like a massive waste of time.
    “If you have any questions, now is the time to ask,” Dorn said. “Once you're on the farm, you’re quarantined for her protection. We’ve added reinforcements to the shield you placed around the perimeter for extra precaution but we can't depend on that to be enough. Such a huge geographical area and so many life forms will stretch even the most impenetrable shield thin. The slightest taste of angelic powers will bring a literal horde of demons right to you. Your woman will be the primary target. And don’t ever forget the demon Kharef marked her and we have no clue how that will affect her should she gain her memory somehow, but we can be sure the demon will do absolutely anything to have her back. And I hope you’re right about appearing to her before your couple kisses.”
    “She’s seen me already.”
    “But it’s not specifically what Uriel called for,” Dorn argued.
    “I checked with Uriel,” Toren said. “This way works.” Dorn made him feel like a novice warrior, reminding him of simple concepts that had become ingrained over the hundreds of millennia of his lifetime. He was intimately aware of what he could and couldn’t do once he entered the shield.
    Perhaps sensing Toren's building impatience, Kassern concluded the meeting with a light clap. “We’ll stay as close as we can in case you need us for anything. We'll be occupied with other tasks, so remember to call early enough to give time to get to you.”
    “I need to get moving. Storm's coming. She needs me.” Energy pulsed through him, making his mercury shield glow eerily red and warning the others of the impending tempest raging within him.
    “Do you even have a plan?” Dorn ignored the warning of the red glow, his rigid tone remind ing Toren of what was at stake. 
    Toren shrugged with the fluid motion of his ever-changing temperament. “Play it by ear.”
    Dorn shook his head, clearly finding the tactic asinine. Didn’t matter, that’s how Toren always operated. He let his mercury slither out a path for him. Not like he could predict a damn thing in this scenario anyhow. No one could.
    “Well, we’re a call away.” Kassern sounded as eager to leave as Toren was.
    “Yeehaw.” Toren tipped his hat and promptly disappeared himself to the backside of Sam’s ranch home before walking casually to the front door and knocking.
    A thirty-something year old woman answered the door. Her soft green eyes widened under nearly transparent blonde brows that matched her hair. “Hello, can I help you?” She tucked hair behind her ears and gave him a genuinely warm smile while smoothing her clothes in a subconscious effort to make herself more