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Story: Kiss of Death

Pulling back, I swipe at my tears. “Our bond is gone, and I don’t like it. Once this is finished, I expect you to fix it—for you to bond with me again. Only for real this time.”

He beams at me as he brushes the hair back from my face. “Nothing would make me happier. Except to bond you and Brenden both.”

“Done.” My vampire mate appears beside me, yanking Nex toward him for a kiss before pressinghis lips to mine. “Now, we have angels to destroy.”

Wren’s soft touch pulls my attention away from my mates and to my twin. Tear streaks mar her face, probably matching mine, but the look on her face is determined.

“We need to find Michael.”

“We do. He was the one who ki-ki-killed Nex.” I suck in a breath, fighting against the tears threatening to fall once more. “He’s likely still in the sky. I’ll have to go after him without you.”

Wren grins. “I don’t think you will.”

Before I can ask her what she’s talking about, pink flaming wings sprout from her back. I stare at her in awe—and a fair amount of jealousy—as she flaps them and hovers inches from the ground.

“Be careful with those things,” Riggs grouches, stepping away. “Remember, they’re made from hellfire, and we’re not all immune to it.”

My sister flushes as she lands back on the ground, pulling the wings in flat against her back.

“I want wings,” I blurt, and Wren just grins at me.

“But you don’t need wings to fly, do you?”

I guess she’s right.

“So Michael?” she asks, nodding toward the sky above us.

I grin as I nod. “Let’s do this.”

Before I can call on my hellfire, I’m yanked into Wraith’s arms. “Be careful. We can’t all follow you up there. Cassian and Nex will join you, keep you both safe.”

I’m not sure we need either of my mates joining us, but I can see how much Wraith is freaking out right now. Which is understandable, considering the fact that Nex died pushing me out of the way of a lightning bolt meant for me.

“We’ll be careful, but we need to end this now.” I step back, nodding to him before turning to my mates with a smile. “No one else better die. I have no idea how to use these resurrection powers of mine.”

Then, without waiting for a response, I lift into the air as my purple hellfire surrounds me. With a flick of her fiery wings, Wren joins me. Cassian and Nex are only moments behind us as we soar higher in the air, seeking Michael.

“Umm…Ree?”

I turn to Wren, confused by the excitement in her words. “What’s up?”

“I don’t think you only raised the angels near us.” She points down at the city where masses of zombie angels are fighting against Michael’s angels. Our people are standing back, staring in confusion.

“It wasn’t just the ones who fell today, either,” Cassian says, pointing to what must be a cemetery. There are holes in the earth that look like they were dug from underneath.

My eyes catch on decomposing bodies rambling down the street toward the battle, and I shudder. “Why does it have to be zombies?”

Wren throws her head back as she laughs. “Still afraid of zombies?”

“No.” I shake my head. “They’re just gross. Why couldn’t I be the phoenix?”

“Ladies, as nice as it is that neither of you is crying any longer, we’ve been spotted.”

I lift my head to where Nex is pointing, finding Michael bearing down on us.

“At least he made it easy for us.” I reach for Wren’s hand, squeezing it tightly before releasing it. “Cassian. Nex. The two of you need to stay back. Join the fight if you can, but there’s going to be hellfire flying around everywhere—assuming that’s what you’re bringing to the fight, Wren.”

She lifts her hand, a ball of pink hellfire resting there. “Sure is.”