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his power to do so. Just as he’d not been able to send Azrael’s soul to hell. Azrael didn’t belong there. His was a good soul and he’d been an honorable man in life. He didn’t belong to Naburus.
    In fact, Naburus couldn’t bring Azrael back to hell at all. Not without Az’s agreement. Neither of them belonged here. Not Az, not Addie. She straightened her spine and folded her arms across her chest. “Where is the soul of Marcus Junius Brutus?”
    The demon glanced away. She heard him growl. “Brutus is none of your business.”
    “Ah, but I think he is.”
    Addie? It’s Jett. We’re here, hiding behind the boathouse. What should we do?
    Crap. How she kept her eyes on Naburus and a bit of a smile on her lips was something she’d never figure out, but she sent a mental scream to Jett. Get out of here now! And take Azrael with you. Hurry. Don’t let Naburus know you’re here. I’ll meet you at home as soon as you’re gone.
    Will do.
    She loved the way the guys followed her orders without question. They disappeared from her mind as quickly as they’d entered, just in time. Naburus raised his head and sniffed the air. “Where is he? I smell him. He’s come back under his own power.” He rubbed his clawed hands together, sniffing in all directions. “Azrael is mine.”
    “No, Naburus. He’s mine. I claim Azrael—hellhound, centurion, cook. I claim his soul, his heart and his mind. I charge you with stealing an innocent soul and ask for a reckoning, as Charon is my witness.”
    Naburus screamed and reached for her. Addie thought herself home, and the walls of hell faded from view. Her last sight was of Charon, raising his hand in salute, and then she was back in her own home, in her own kitchen, with her very own guys. She’d returned between .
    Jett, Locan . . . and Azrael? She glanced from one to the other and wondered just how this was going to play out.
     
    * * *
     
    Addie was back! Az didn’t even think. He simply grabbed her up in his arms, hugged her close against his chest and burst into tears. She hugged him back and then carefully pried his arms from around her waist and stepped back, but at least she held on to his hands.
    He felt like a damned fool as he sniffed and wiped his streaming eyes off on his shoulder. It took him a moment before he felt he could speak coherently. “I didn’t think he would let you go. How did you get away from him?”
    “He can’t hold me, Az. I’m not one of the damned, and neither are you. When he took you into hell, he was wrong, but since you never left, he could say that you stayed willingly even though he was able to control the hound. That’s why I was so scared when you three came after me.” She glanced up into the eyes of both her guys. “I love you so much. You took a huge risk coming into hell because you made yourselves vulnerable to Naburus’s control. I’ll never forget that. Thank you.”
    Jett glanced at Azrael, and Az wished he knew what the guy was thinking. He was still holding on to Addie. Was Jett jealous? He tried to tug his hands free. Addie squeezed his fingers and held on. But Jett surprised him even more.
    “Az was the one who got us there,” he said. It was impossible to read the thoughts behind that enigmatic expression. “He said if it came down to Naburus wanting to trade you for Az, that he’d willingly go back to his demon master.”
    “No!” Addie’s eyes flashed and she looked ready to take a swing at him.
    “Don’t worry,” Locan said, and he was grinning as broadly as Jett. “We reminded him there’s always another way, but he was willing to die if it meant your safety. You know what that means, don’t you?”
    Addie nodded. So did Jett. Az didn’t have a clue what was going on. “What’s it mean?”
    Addie stood on her toes and kissed him. It was sweet and gentle and yet his body didn’t realize she wasn’t inviting him to her bed. He was hard and ready before her lips left his. “It means,” she