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She handed him the phone. He turned it around in his hands, looking at the lights on it and
hearing a distant ringing.
She took the phone from his hands and put it against his ear as she rolled her eyes. Their
proximity no longer seemed to bother her as her breasts brushed against his chest. Now he
was the one to grow uncomfortable with their closeness. To feel another s touch after so many
years in the Abyss, it was difficult not to pull her into his arms.
The top of her head nearly came to his shoulders. She was tilting her head back as she looked
directly into his eyes. Of course his eyes would make her curious, as they were not like her
own. A soft scent wafted up to him that he couldn t place. It reminded him of the flowers that
had once grown wild around his home. Sweet and potent.
Her obvious assessment of his eyes and her earlier appreciation of his body told him she was
the worst kind of enticement. What would it feel like to bury himself between her ?
 Hello?
The voice ripped him from his thoughts. Asmodeus put his hand over the witch s, steadying
the phone as an annoyed female voice barked in his ear.
 Hello? he said.
He heard a sigh.  It s past midnight. Talk fast. The sharp sting of the female s voice grated
on his nerves.
 Is Naberius available?
 Just a sec.
It couldn t be that easy to locate Naberius. The witch smiled and stepped away, her hand
falling from his. She seemed more than pleased she had proven him wrong.
 What is it?
Asmodeus couldn t help but smile as a voice he hadn t heard in years came through the
device.  Naberius, how are you faring, brother?
There was a silence. Asmodeus could hear the woman in the background asking who was on
the phone.
 Asmoday? Holy shit! Where the hell are you? You served your sentence?
Asmodeus doubted if he would ever be finished serving his sentence. During his
imprisonment the subject of release never came up.  I did not.
 Oh shit. So you broke out?
 In a manner of speaking, but not literally. Do you have time to see me tonight? I have access
to a vehicle and we are in the area.
 We?
He looked down at the witch.  I m bringing a witch with me.
She straightened her back.  My name is Brianna, and I m not 
 Brianna the Witch. He watched as the witch threw her hands up in the air and turned away,
muttering something under her breath.  Speaking of others, who answered your phone?
Naberius was silent for a moment.  My girlfriend.
Asmodeus could barely control the urge to crush the phone with his hand. Had Naberius
learned nothing? Had the Rebels continued mating with the humans after everything they had
been through? He kept his voice level as he addressed his brother.  You are with a human?
Asmodeus caught sight of the expression on the witch s face. His eyes had likely changed
back to black, causing her to become concerned. He would have tried to alleviate her fear, but
her silence served him well. Perhaps she had finally figured out exactly who she had
summoned.
 No. Naberius sighed.  It s a long story, but don t concern yourself. I have handled the
situation and the echelon is not ignorant of the circumstances. We can discuss it when you get
here.
Asmodeus held his hand out in gesture for Brianna to leave. She opened the door and he
followed. The air fell against his skin, warm and refreshing as he stepped out of the house. A
half-moon hung in a sky with very few stars surrounding it. The city he was currently in
seemed to light the night sky, making it difficult to see the cosmic wonders.
 So she is not a human? he asked, unwilling to let the matter drop.
 Listen, Asmoday. Valencia is a vampire. She s unable to get pregnant.
Asmodeus stopped just as he reached for the handle to the car.  A vampire?
 It s a long story.
 Well 
Asmodeus jumped when a sharp sound came from the vehicle. He bent down and looked
inside the window to see the witch with her hand on the steering device.
 You can get in and talk on the phone at the same time, you know, she yelled at him.
 Woman, he warned. Truth be told, he was surprised to find that he liked the defiance in her
much better than the fear he d sensed from her earlier.
When he settled in his seat he tensed as the witch leaned across him, laying her body over his.
 It s easier to buckle you than explain the process.
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