enough so William could go for him. Michael’s aim had drastically improved, but William was strong and smart. She didn’t believe Michael was ready for that.
“It’s your lucky day,” she announced. Not giving either one enough time to figure out what she was doing. She pivoted and grabbed Michael’s hand. “Come on!” Pulling him behind her, she raced up the stairs.
“We’re running?” He sounded shocked.
“I can’t let them get you. That’s Willy boy’s plan.” She rounded the eighth level. “They’ve got a hard on for you, boy.”
“Why are they coming after me?”
She passed him a dubious look over her shoulder. “You seriously have to ask that—really?” She rounded another level with Michael on her heels. She let go of his hand, grabbing the railing. “You’re an adult Nephilim who has no knowledge of what he is. They will either use you or kill you.”
He shifted and was at her side. “It can’t be true.”
Irritated by him and the fact she was running up the stairs, which had to be her own personal Hell, she fought the urge to backhand some sense into him. They rounded the last landing, and she reached for the door.
Sickness crept over her. The tremor that ran through her was different than the tingling the minions gave off. She faltered at the door to the rooftop. “Michael?”
“Yes?” He was right beside her, eyes narrowing as he studied her face. “What is it?”
She backed away from the door.
They had been trapped, and she had run right into it.
She cursed under her breath, looking around wildly. The only way out of this was going through William and his minions.
“What is it, Lily?” Michael asked as he kept his gun cocked and ready. He took a step closer to her. “Lily?”
She turned to him with wide eyes. “If I tell you to run, Michael, you run. Don’t ask why, and…please listen to me.”
“Bullshit.” The tips of his cheekbones flushed. “I’m not leaving you.”
She grabbed his free hand once again, dragging him back down the steps, hearing the sounds of a scuffle and William cursing. Then the unmistakable fleshy smack of a body hitting the ground and then another.
“Lily, you up?” Luke called out from four floors below.
Relieved, she opened her mouth to respond but was cut off. Turning, she felt her heart drop as the door above them swung open. At once, she twisted and leaped in front of Michael, forcing him behind her. “Michael, please listen to me.”
A cold laugh echoed around them, etching its way down her spine. She shuddered once. The smell of sulfur filled the cramped stairwell. Her step faltered a bit as she clenched the railing tightly.
She paled as he came into view, her heart sinking. Rage and fear swirled inside her, making her dizzy. His name came to her lips, blistering them. “Baal…”
Chapter Nine
There was a wild, instinctive part of Michael that realized whatever was coming down the stairs was far worse than what waited below.
Lily whirled around in front of him, her face washed of color and eyes wide. “Run!”
He wasn’t used to taking orders from just anyone, but the fear in Lily’s voice propelled him forward. He’d only known her for twenty-four hours, and during that time he’d seen her do things without so much as a grimace that would have made a seasoned officer cringe in horror. Now, she was scared—visibly so. Although he knew this, curiosity was far stronger than any ounce of common sense. As Lily dragged him down the stairs, he hesitated.
And looked over his shoulder.
A man dressed all in black stood above them. It wasn’t the impeccable line of his designer suit or the trendy cut of his black hair that gave Michael pause. The man called Baal was absolutely stunning. Inherently, he knew this thing was an angel. No mere mortal could have such a perfect visage or eyes such a brilliant, unnatural blue.
His sudden lack of movement must’ve thrown Lily off-balance because he felt her stumble over the next step. Whipping around, he saw her arms flail as she tried to catch herself. “Shit!” He reached for her, but it was too late.
Her fall was thankfully short-lived, but her temple cracked off the handrail. She slid down the cement wall, seemingly stunned.
“Lily!” he roared. He felt the stare on his back like hot coals. “Shit—Lily!”
Climbing to her feet, she swayed a little. “I’m…fine.”
Baal laughed. “The great Lily taken down a step or two? I think I may have seen this before.”
Michael wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her steady. “Come on.”
She pressed the palm of her hand against her temple, wincing. “Go, Michael. What are you doing? Go now!”
“My little Lily pad,” Baal murmured, slowly advancing down the stairs. His smile never reached his eyes. “How is that leg of yours?”
She lifted her head. “Doing just great.”
“Really?” he asked. Baal slid one hand idly down the railing. The yellow paint cracked and bubbled under his touch. Tendrils of smoke wafted into the air. “I do believe I left my mark behind.”
She swallowed as she lowered her hand and turned to Michael. “Don’t let him touch you, whatever you do.”
Holy shit. He couldn’t stop staring at the paint.
Baal simpered. “Don’t go and ruin all my surprises.” His gaze slowly drifted over them.
Lily backed up, and Michael edged along with her. Her arm quivered against him, and he thought it was fear, but the firm set of her lips told him different. A heat wave of rage radiated from the tiny thing.
“You do realize if you run I will catch you,” Baal sneered. “We did have so much fun before. I so loved hearing your screams.”
Footsteps pounded up the stairwell. Luke’s head came into view. “Sorry, I got hung up on… Oh shit.”
Baal spared Luke a glance, his full lips twisting. “I bore of this already.”
Suddenly, Lily shifted and pushed Michael toward Luke. A silent message passed between the two, and Luke grabbed his arm.
“Damn it all to Hell, Lily!” yelled Luke over his shoulder as he dragged Michael down. “Fall back! Fall back!”
“What the fuck?” Michael tried to pull from Luke’s grasp. He wanted to get Lily between them. It wasn’t right she was bringing up the rear with that…that thing behind them. “Get Lily out of here! Don’t worry about me!”
She pushed on his back. “You’re an idiot!”
Michael continued to protest, but the smell of sulfur increased, and his eyes burned. Gagging, he felt her push on his back harder. He stumbled but regained his footing. Then, over the pounding of his heart, he heard her gasp.
And then, she started screaming. The kind of screams he’d heard on calls involving shootings and stabbings. Whirling around, his heart stopped.
Lily was on her knees. The fallen angel—Baal—had her by the forearm. Sadistic pleasure washed over Baal’s face. Burned flesh overcame the smell of sulfur.
Swearing vehemently, Luke pushed him out of the way. “Lily!”
“On your knees?” said Baal with a chuckle. “Once again, I find this all so terribly familiar. And a bit
