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“Your control when harnessing and siphoning power,” he said, a knowing note in his tone, one that had me meeting his gaze again. The sensuous male of moments ago had disappeared behind a regal mask. “You nearly killed over three dozen Netherworld Fae with that death stone, Camillia.”

My lips parted. “I…” I had no idea what to say to that. “I was just trying to save Azazel.”

“I know. But in doing so, you almost annihilated several innocent souls.”

Innocentseemed like a stretch considering what they were doing to Az.

Lucifer must have read my opinion in my features because he softly added, “They were under Virtuous Fae influence. There’sa lot for us to discuss.” He held out an arm. “So. Shall we fly, darling siphon?”

CHAPTER 6

AJAX

A Few Minutes Earlier

“Where the fuck did she get that?” Az’s brother demanded, his finger pointing toward the black pebbles on the floor.

Pebbles that used to make up the death stone.

A death stone Cami had just used to bring a small army of Death Fae and Corpse Fae to their literal knees in agony.

My lips twisted, then I cleared my throat. “From me,” I said. “But I had no idea it could dothat.”

“?‘No idea it could do that,’ he says,” Maliki mocked, shaking his head. “Un-fucking-believable.”

“Where did you get it from?” Az asked me quietly, ignoring his joker of a brother. He sat beside me in a booth, the obsidian table cracked before us.

I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, then palmed the back of my neck, my body abnormally sore from everything that had happened here. I should be mostly healed by now, but those death fuckers did a number on my body and soul.

Az seemed to feel similarly, his actions slower than normal as he brought a glass up to his lips to down a shot of some sort of brown liquor. Bourbon, maybe?

Eh, probably not, given where we were.Death’s Den. I’d never been in the skull-shaped bar before, only seen it from afar. Yet the death stone had led me right to Az’s side with a softly worded incantation.

One Zenaida had told me to murmur.

Right after giving me the death stone that her grandson, Shade, had delivered to me months before.

“I think you misplaced this,” she’d told me, setting it next to a plate of her famous cookies. “Too bad you never had a chance to show Camillia how to use it.”

I’d frowned at the obsidian stone before meeting the prophetic woman’s gaze. “Why do I suspect you’re giving this to me for a reason?”

“Because you’re a smart boy,” she’d murmured, making me feel ten years old again. “Don’t forget to give it to Camillia. It’ll help.”

“Help with what?” I’d asked her, hoping for more information. A hint. Anything to help guide my next moves.

“Training, of course,” she’d replied. “She’s going to need it.A lotof it.”

Before I could press her for more details, I’d felt Az’s pain.

Shade and Zakkai had both sat there with neutral expressions, saying nothing as I’d wheezed and coughed and reacted to my mate’s agony.

Then Zenaida had tapped the table, right next to the rock.

I’d picked the stone up, then noted the scripted enchantment on the parchment beneath it, and recited the words without thinking.

And landed next to Az.

Then I’d handed Cami the stone. Because fuck if I was going to ignore Zenaida’s mysterious instructions.