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wondering if you would wake up. The way you hit the van, I was sure you were dead.”
    “How long have I been out?” I felt like I’ve got a bad hangover, but I wouldn’t think that I’ve been out for more than a few hours.”
    “Three days.”
    Holy shit, I must have taken a nasty hit. As you can imagine, my mouth has gotten me in trouble occasionally. There has been a time or two it wrote a check I just couldn’t cash. It has only happened once post-Eunie, and there may have been a fifth or two of vodka involved. If you think I have a mouth sober, you should see me drunk.
    “What about you. Your clothes look like shit.”
    “I’m fine. A large chunk of glass from the car severed the tendons in my legs. They wouldn’t have taken me otherwise.” While it is difficult to kill an angel, they still can be hindered by any damage their host takes.
    “I know we are in the hotel, but where did they take us?” I wiggle my wrists around trying to break them free with no luck. Whoever tied me up wanted to make sure I didn’t go anywhere.
    “Somewhere on the fourth floor. I counted the steps as they took me up.”
    “What are our odds on getting out of here in one piece?” I ask.
    “Unless you found the secret to using all of your powers without letting Einuir take over, probably well below zero.”
    Looking around the room I’m not finding anything that could help us either. Wooden chair in front of a wooden desk against the wall with Zeke tied up to a wooden bed.
    “Any idea on how many they have outside the door?” I ask, staring at the brass doorknob.
    “As far as I know, just two. They never leave even if someone else comes in.”
    “Been checking on us, eh?”
    “Every few hours.” He hesitates for a few moments. “Checking on you.”
    “Anyone I would know?”
    “Remember the guy we saw downtown?”
    “The one with the orb?”
    “Him. He has been trying to draw Einuir out without killing you. One of the others wanted to just kill you for it, but for some reason your friend wants you alive.”
    “Sounds like fun.” It wouldn’t be the first time someone wanted to bring him out. Something tells me it pisses their kind off to know that someone is using their powers to fight against them. Especially now when they finally work together somewhat. “When was the last time they were in here?”
    “It’s been a while. Someone is due to walk in anytime.”
    Decision time. I’ve been testing the handle enough during the conversation to know that I still can move metal. I know that I could handle two of them if they are the stupid type. AKA the type that will bring a knife or a gun into the room. A demon would handle me in this state without a weapon, so I would be gambling on whether or not Rick put a few human thugs outside the door.
    The other option is to wait it out and play possum when the next being comes in and strike when he thinks it’s safe. The bad thing about this plan is that the odds tell me they would only send a demon to check on me.
    I decide on option three.
    This one has me playing dead when the next being comes in to check on me and then making my move on the handle a few minutes after they leave. It doesn’t take long for me to put it into action.
    The door to the room opens up. I try to take as much of a peek through my closed eyes as I can, but all I can see is a nice pair of Red Wing boots on his feet.
    He grabs my hair and lifts my head up. “Anyone in there?” I feel him shake my head around a few times. Nothing too rough, but it doesn’t take much to intensify my headache. “Tell Rick that he’s still out.” He forces my head back down to my chest.
    The door creaks slightly as it opens. “He said to stay in there until he wakes up,” a voice says before the door shuts again.
    “Did he now?”
    I feel pain in the side of my face as he knocks me to the ground. If being slapped wasn’t bad enough, I know I’m going to get a nasty bruise from landing on my