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and then he pulled my face to his.
    I inhaled the scent of him as my arms slid around his neck, my hands entangling in his hair. I drew him closer, our bodies pressed together. The feel of him, the gentleness of his arms, the firm length of his legs, the warm, soapy, aroma of his skin…
    He kissed my cheeks, my eyes, and my neck. I was no longer hindered by my past, no longer afraid. I was free to love this boy. This gift. I let my hands rove over his arms, his shoulders, his back, memorizing every muscle.
    “Alisa,” he whispered against my mouth. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”
    “I do.”
    Time stood still for us, and our reunion was sweeter, more achingly romantic, more wonderful than any story I had ever read, any movie I had ever seen, or any experience I had ever imagined. My heart burst with emotions I’d never felt before.
    When we finally pulled apart, it was to gaze into one another’s eyes. Spellbound, entranced, and locked into this moment by pure magic. Tears glistened in my eyes, and he kissed them away when they began their slow descent down my cheek.
    My fingers traced the lines of his face, the feel of him locked into my mind. I would never forget the heat of his skin, the moistness of his lips, the yearning of his hands. No one could take it from me. Ever.
    Then our moment of magic was interrupted by Claire’s ringing cell phone.

 
    9
    ~Lord of Hell~
    Bas Iblis
     
    Bas Iblis sat on his throne of obsidian, darkness crowding around his mordant soul as though he himself were a giant black hole. His mood matched his expression as his hands gripped the arms of the stone chair, turning white. His minions cowered back in fear as he roared his outrage.
    “Asmoday!” he bellowed.
    The demon slinked forward, a wry grin on his face. He didn’t seem the least bit afraid of his master. As the master of Hell, Bas Iblis would soon change that.
    “What is the most recent report from Idir Shaol?” Bas Iblis’ voice rang through Gehenna’s great hall, echoing off the black, granite bricks.
    Asmoday inclined his head and crossed his arms. “Actually, the news is promising, My Lord. Idir Shaol will soon fall into our hands. The angel Raphael has been captured and will shortly be imprisoned in these very walls. The guardian recruits were easily converted and will be assigned to inhabit the bodies of The Mother’s children. All is going according to plan.”
    Bas Iblis reclined in a relaxed pose. “That is good. And what of the Undoer? Have you found him yet?”
    “No, My Lord,” Asmoday answered. “We are still searching for him. They have hidden him well.”
    “Make Raphael tell you. Torture him!”
    “We’ve tried, My Lord, but his will remains unbroken,” Asmoday answered.
    “Find him or I will have your head beneath my feet!” Bas Iblis shrieked, his fury exploding in the room like a poisonous gas. It spewed from his mouth and distilled over all. “I will have him back in my clutches, I swear it on your souls,” he growled, his voice low and threatening as he surveyed the chamber of quivering demons.
    “Yes, My Lord.”
    “And his guardian? Have you done as I commanded?” Bas Iblis questioned, his voice suddenly calm and serene.
    “Yes, My Lord. It is done. She is trapped in the Elementalist’s body.”
    “Good. Use her. She will lead you to him.” Bas Iblis nodded, lost in thought for a moment. He imagined his fingers around Bretariel’s throat, squeezing, relishing every moment of torture—
    “My Lord?” Asmoday’s voice cracked as he addressed his master, which made Bas Iblis’ smile grow wider. “What do you want done once she has led us to the Undoer?”
    Bas Iblis waved his hand in the air, dismissing the demon. “We’ll discuss that when the time comes.”
    Asmoday nodded and backed away, his eyes never blinking. Did Bas Iblis detect a bit of fear in those dark depths? Yes, he did. Asmoday had better be afraid. They had all better be