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and choosing the ones they
want,” Landon said.
    “Darkyn’s after someone in particular,”
Gabriel said. “They got another compass. Unlike me, they can read
it to find who they want.” He studied the compass. It was a new
one, recently made by the Ancient Immortal that Gabriel hired to
help, indicating another of his dealers had defected. “Find out who
this one was issued to.”
    Landon accepted it. Gabriel drained the bowl
of water and placed the souls in his pocket.
    “Darkyn doesn’t have the numbers to set up a
facility like this in too many places. He’s not in much better
shape than we are,” Rhyn, the leader of the Immortals and Gabriel’s
best friend, said as he approached. The half-demon rippled with
power. His silver gaze was wary and his muscular frame only
slightly smaller than Gabriel’s.
    “Whatever he wants is around Atlanta.”
Gabriel’s thoughts drifted to Deidre. He initially suspected the
soul in Deidre’s tumor was what Darkyn sought. But the demon lord
had Deidre in his clutches and let her go.
    At least, it appeared that way. The
woman Gabriel touched today wasn’t the one he touched last night.
The mating bond present last night formed anew the moment he healed
her from the demon attack. She looked like past-Death. She had the
haughty edge of past-Death.
    She was human like Deidre. Gabriel hadn’t
wanted to believe her story of Darkyn combining the two Deidres
into one, but it certainly seemed possible. The extent of the Dark
One’s powers on his home turf in Hell was beyond anyone’s ability
to know. It was said he had no limitations. Could he then merge two
souls together into a single body?
    Why would he do it?
    “Meanwhile he distracts us with a fucking
goose chase across the world chasing the demons raiding human
schools.” Rhyn’s gaze was stormy.
    “Your brother found this place, right?”
Gabriel asked, focusing once again on his surroundings. The five
remaining death-dealers he brought with him were quickly extracting
souls.
    “Yeah. No word yet on whether or not there
are more.”
    “They are way too comfortable in the mortal
world right now.”
    “No shit.”
    At the half-demon’s frustration, Gabriel
glanced at him. “Not your fault, Rhyn. You’re doing everything you
can.”
    Rhyn grunted in response, his fury clear. As
the head of the Immortal Council That Was Seven, Rhyn was charged
with protecting the human population from demons. In the course of
a few months, the old understanding between Immortals and demons –
that humans were off-limits – crashed to the ground. Rhyn’s
Immortals were struggling to recover from battles with the demons,
while he struggled to keep the Council together, let alone
focused.
    Gabriel understood why the
old standard was gone. He wasn’t allowed to tell Rhyn, due to
Immortal laws governing the dealings between deities. The Dark One
that ruled Hell since the time-before-time had fallen to a ruthless
demon lord whose goal had long been to take over the mortal realm.
Forged by war and hardened by exile to the bowels of Hell, Darkyn
understood only violence, war and bloodlust. He honored nothing but
laws from the time-before-time, deals he made and the occasional
Demon Laws, which he authored. An understanding was not worth
acknowledging and definitely not binding to the new Dark
One.
    The thought of the Dark One reminded Gabriel
that he lost three death-dealers to him in the course of a week,
not to mention the deal Deidre made.
    “If it makes you feel better, I’ve got
another traitor,” Gabriel said in cold anger, motioning to the soul
compass the demon’s had obtained.
    “Morale is low. The dealers think we’ll
never get home,” Landon supplied.
    Gabriel and Rhyn eyed him. Gabriel bristled
at the reminder that his own underworld had shut him out.
    “I’ll check in with the lake,” Landon
muttered.
    “Take these,” Gabriel said, handing him the
souls he took from the bowl. “Then call everyone in. Looks