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angel too—certainly a watered-down version of his own personality, but loyal almost to a fault.
    The rear doors of the limo opened by themselves, emitting a great sucking sound, and white smoke wafted up to disappear in the air of the warehouse. All four stepped inside and seated themselves on the black leather that moaned with the weight of their bodies. The door closed automatically, sucked in tight like a vacuum seal. The car revved, then took off. Josh noted they were going faster than normal. This was further evidence of yet another change.
    “No driver today?” Josh asked.
    “No idea,” the redhead answered. “Maybe, maybe not. We never know anymore.”
    If there was a driver, he was hidden behind a blackened window that separated the group from the front. In light of the hints given him, Josh realized it would be foolish to continue to question the boys, but his mind was going into overdrive trying to pull together all the loose ends he was picking up. None of his conclusions were making him feel very secure.
    Several minutes went by.
    “Here we are, then.”
    Arriving in the Underworld, they peeled themselves out of the limo, which sped off on another errand as soon as the door was closed. Once the vehicle was out of sight, Josh began his questions anew. “Give me a brief rundown of the other changes.”
    The dark-haired youth looked around before speaking. “Meetings. And Peter’s pretty damn interested in you.”
    “Well, maybe he’s just doing a little reorganization. Can’t say as Silas was much of an administrator.” Josh said this more for his own benefit, attempting to convince himself there wasn’t much to worry about.
    “He’s a neat freak, this one,” the redhead chimed in.
    The station house in the Underworld was quite a gathering place. Men and women were adorned in bright costumes and colors in all periods of dress, showing off fine silks, gowns, and tailored suits. Adding to the festiveness of the crowd, some wore wigs, hats, feathers, even a couple of women wore barely any clothing at all. Two with matching blue bobbed hair peered at Josh and giggled. He probably had “lust” written all over his face.
    “You always got the welcoming committee. At least that hasn’t changed for you.”
    Josh nodded. The two beauties were holding hands. Little coins sewn into their thongs jingled on their butt cheeks as they passed. They weren’t even wearing shoes. On a normal day here, Josh would have set up a rendezvous, but today, and for the first time in centuries, Josh’s dick didn’t respond to the luscious sight that teased him. His soul wasn’t tickled today either. He was in pain.
    “I’m fine now, boys.” Josh knew the way to the director’s office well.
    “Nope. We gotta bring you there. Sorry, Joshua.”
    Another change. Fuck me.
    Josh had practically lived there for the past hundred years or so. He had fancied himself the real Director of the Underworld without having to stay holed up in an office trying to look “official.” He far preferred his freedom; something he was sensing was ebbing away by the minute.
    The quartet entered the large wooden doors at the entrance. The reception hall was cleaned up, Josh realized at first glance. The black marble floors were waxed, and red carpets in varying patterns and sizes were strewn about the grand room, home to wonderful parties that used to last for days. Surveillance video cameras had been installed in the ceiling, recording all the coming and goings. The receptionist had on a red suit that looked hand-tailored and fit her snugly. No amount of buttons could hide her cleavage.
    But then, Josh had firsthand knowledge of those breasts. He had lost himself in them many times.
    “Sarah, how nice to see you.” Josh felt his eyes soften as he looked into the face of one of his favorite dark angel companions. Thought she was up top in the human world, claiming souls. How did Peter find her? Josh had always thought of Sarah has his