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The Reapers lost their robes and scythes, once more returning to their human forms. I finally was able to crack a smile, more in awe than anything else. How could such beings be real?

“It’s what we are,” Rael explained. “Now that you’ve seen. You help guard our secret.”

I nodded. “I’ll never tell a soul.”

“That agreement is binding.”

Yeah, I wasn’t risking an ending to my life like that.

Rael chuckled. “Your soul is beautiful. You have nothing to fear.”

Good to know.

Chapter 14 Cuckoo

Ialmost lost her.

My Katrina could have been taken, and I never would have seen her again. Sure, I would have hunted until the day I died to find her, but not before that sick cult her in ways she may never recover from.

I sucked in a breath, overwhelmed, adrenaline and rage still humming beneath my skin. “Fuck, angel. I nearly lost you.”

“No, you didn’t. The crows helped us.”

The crows. Did she understand they obeyed my commands? That they flew to her and mobbed the enemy, ensuring she stayed alive until I arrived? I sent my crow to the murder, and he brought them to her house. His quick flight and relentless need to protect our female were the reasons she remained at our side, unharmed and safe.

“It was you, wasn’t it?”

“Me? Yes.” I gestured to the cawing outside my window at the Roost. I brought her back here, needing her close to me as the club heard about the attack. “But him too.”

“He’s a part of you,” she realized.

“Yes.”

“I’m grateful.”

Relieved, I kissed her. “Come on. I need to speak to Crow.”

It didn’t take long to describe how the crows intervened, and the Reapers joined us, eliminating three of the Sect members. Obviously, there were more. This wasn’t over. But at least my woman was safe for now, and we could hunt the rest of them.

I wouldn’t let this go until the whole fucking cult was gone. Not one could be left to spread their evil agenda.

Rael gripped my shoulder as we stood in the bar. I kept my gaze trained on Katrina, watching over her as she spoke to the other ol’ ladies. “We’ll find them all.”

“I know.”

“But your mind and soul still feel rage,” he observed.

“Yeah.”

“It’s how I live my life.” He grinned. “That’s how the Reaper knows who to fuck up and send to Lucifer.”

“I’m not a Reaper, bro,” I laughed. It lacked humor. “I’m fucking trying to deal with this, and the thought of those assholes still out there makes me want to do something violent.”

He scratched his chin. “What if we channel that energy into something else?”

“I’ll fuck Katrina later,” I commented dryly.

He snickered. “I met a costume party. The whole fucking club. Right now.”