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“How can I be angry about Michael not being dead when I feel like my entire world has been ripped away from me? Nothing makes sense tome right now. Michael told us just enough to distract us, but he was up to something—I know it. But what? It doesn’t make any sense.” I shake my head again. “If my mom was an angel, how didn’t she know what Michael was? Shouldn’t she have known? She could’ve warned Wren off. Then none of this would’ve happened.”

“You’re freaking out. That’s why you’re not mad.” Brenden nods. “That makes sense.”

Donovan snickers. “Pretty girl, I didn’t know Michael was an angel. Hell, Wraith didn’t know. I don’t know how he was hiding his power like that. I thought he was a human.”

“So did I.” Cassian wraps his arms around me from behind, setting his chin on my shoulder. “There aren’t many angels who can hide what they are as he has.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to rein in my thoughts. They’re bouncing all over the place, and I don’t know where to begin or what to do at this point. I need answers, and I need them now.

Brenden’s right. I should be mad that Michael is still alive, but right now, I’m just glad he’s out of sight. He just dumped more than one bomb on me and Wren, and we can’t even prove if he was lying or telling the truth—at least not yet.

I hope Wraith is able to get some answers from Lucifer.

Holy shit.

I might be Lucifer’s daughter. If my mom’s a demigod and my dad is a god, then what does that make me and Wren? Is this why no one could figure out what I am?

So many questions.

“He said he came after us because of our family. Does he mean Lucifer or my mom? Or both? And why did he come after us? What was the point in all of this? What is he planning?”

I glance around at my men, but none of them have any answers.

Of course they don’t.

Chapter Two

Wraith

As I promised Audrey, the moment I follow Wren into the underworld, I have my phone to my ear.

The phone rings a few times before going to voicemail, and I curse. Of course he’s not going to answer.

Biting back my irritation, I wait for his voicemail to pick up. “Lucifer, it’s Wraith. There’s some shit going on that you need to know about. This is important. I need you to call me as soon as possible. This is more important than whatever you’re doing right now. I promise.”

Not trusting that he’s going to listen to his voicemail anytime soon, I also send him a quick text asking him to call me as soon as possible.

My eyes drift back to Wren, watching as she transfers the soul to Charon. He inclines his head to her before lifting his eyes to meet mine. Unlike most people, I can see beneath the hood he wears.

I know many reapers wonder why he hides his face away, thinking he must be hideous, but he’s far from it. He has his reasons for hiding beneath his hood.

The only reason I’m privy to those reasons is because he’s my friend and a damn good one at that. Which is why I’ve been known to punish anyone speaking rumors about him or coming up with crazy stories among the reaper ranks.

We should probably all get together soon. I’d like him to meet Audrey properly. That’ll have to wait, though, since there seems to be so damn much going on in my and Audrey’s lives right now.

I nod in his direction before returning my attention to my phone. I don’t want to return earth-side without having answers for Audrey. She loves me, but that doesn’t make me exempt from her wrath. If I show up without answers, she’s going to be pissed.

Hell, I want answers.

Could Michael betheMichael? Or did this angel just choose a human name so that he could live among them?

Have the angels escaped Olympus? And if they did, then why haven’t we seen more of them? What are they planning?

My head jerks down as my phone alerts me to a new message, and I grind my teeth.

LUCIFER

I’m busy.