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 CHAPTER TWO

KOLDO SPENT THE REST of the night digging through the heav-
enly archives kept on every human ever to live and learned
several interesting tidbits about the blonde and the redhead.
The comatose girl was Laila Lane, and the other one, the one
he wished to observe, was Nicola Lane. They were twenty-
three-year-old twins, with Nicola being older by two min-
utes, and unmarried.
So young. Too young.
The two were identical. The only reason Laila had blond
hair was because she’d bleached it, hoping to be “unique.”
The girls had no other family, and relied only on each other.
Their parents had died in a car accident five years before.
Koldo left the library and flashed to Laila’s hospital room.
Once again Nicola was nowhere to be seen. But he wasn’t
worried. According to the gossiping nurses, she came every
day. He had only to wait.
He strode to the edge of the bed. This time, the Most
High’s gift was not in operation, so, when he looked, he saw
the blonde rather than the demon hiding under her skin.
The sight was almost as bad.
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Her hair was dry, thin and matted. There were bruises
under her eyes, and her lips were chapped. Her skin was se-
verely yellowed, her liver obviously shutting down.
She wouldn’t last much longer.
The Water of Life was a powerful liquid capable of repair-
ing the most damaged human flesh, and the only thing ca-
pable of saving her. It would also rid her of the demon. But
her thoughts, words and actions would influence its contin-
ued success.
The grzech could return to her and try again to poison her.
So, even if Koldo fed her the Water, she would have to learn
to fight the forces of evil—and then actually fight. Was she
willing to engage in any kind of battle?
Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, Koldo wasn’t willing to
suffer and sacrifice, and he would have to do so to even ap-
proach the shoreline of the River of Life. First, he would be
whipped. Second, he would be forced to give up something
precious to him. Last time he’d relinquished his hair. And
there was no telling what he would be asked to give up next.
His ability to flash? His captive mother?
Never!
The practice had not been created by the Most High, and
wasn’t even supported by Him. But Germanus refused to
end “a tradition that had been with their kind since the be-
ginning,” as a means of proving the depth of their determi-
nation. So, once again free will prevailed and the practice
continued year by year. Koldo saw no way around it.
The room’s only door opened suddenly, and Nicola stepped
inside. Koldo straightened, and even tensed at the sight of
her. He frowned. His body had only ever reacted this way
before battle. Why was this happening with her?
At least she had no idea he was there. He was in the spiri-
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tual realm, and she in the natural, so he was blocked from

her gaze.
He looked her over from bottom to top, then back down—
far more slowly. That fall of strawberry curls was once again
in a ponytail, the thick length tumbling over one shoulder.
There were dark circles under her eyes, and the color in her
cheeks was high. Her lips were swollen from being chewed.
Despite the heat outside, a worn pink sweater draped her
shoulders, the lapels pulled tightly together.
She was a tiny fluff of nothing, just as he recalled, her
frame heart-wrenchingly delicate. He towered over her, and
could easily break her in half with a single twist of his wrist.
Can’t ever touch her, he told himself.
For some reason, the tension inside him only increased.
The same demons stood sentry behind her, following close
at her heels. They spotted Koldo and spewed a mouthful of
dark curses.
“Why are you here?”
“What do you hope to gain?”
He ignored them, and they decided to do the same to him,
perhaps hoping he would go away this second time, too.
“Hey, La La,” she said softly. “It’s Co Co. I’m told you’ve
taken a turn for the worse.”
The words were encased by a thick, grim shell, yet still her
voice stroked over him. A feather tickling. A brush of velvet
caressing. He savored the odd sensations, even…liked them?
Nicola pushed the smallest chair next to the bed, strug-
gling under its weight. The demons snickered at her. An-
gered, Koldo stepped toward her, intending to help her, but
immediately forced himself to still. Now wasn’t the time to
reveal himself. He would frighten her.
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The demons caught his aborted action and scowled at him.

So much for ignoring him.
“You’re not welcome here, Koldo,” Lefty said.
Responding to a demon invited conversation. Conversation
invited lies. Koldo wasn’t so foolish as that. But he wasn’t
surprised the creature knew his name. With as many demonic
kills as Koldo had made throughout the centuries, the entire
underworld knew of him.
“We can make you leave,” Righty proclaimed.
Fine. He was foolish. He said, “You can try.” No matter
what, they would fail.
Nicola reached out and gently patted her sister’s hand.
“Oh, did I tell you? Blaine won the race.”
The monitors beeped steadily, the comatose girl never
moving, never twitching.
Sighing, Nicola sat back in the chair and began to relay
the trials of her workday.
This time, he would help her, Koldo decided. To start, he
would have to do something to ensure she listened to him,
and actually acted on what he said.
That was the only way she would come out of this.
And perhaps it was his only way out, too. In saving her,
he might finally find some sort of atonement.
Atonement. The word echoed in his mind. It was some-
thing he sometimes craved, but not something he deserved.
Sometimes, when he closed his eyes, he could still hear the
agonized screams he’d caused…could still feel the barb of
his victims’ fear.
Clenching his fists, he resolved himself. He could do this.
And so could she.
“You’re going to get better, La La,” she suddenly an-
nounced, as though drawing hope from his thoughts. “You
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have to recover. I won’t allow anything else. I’m the big sis-
ter, and you have to do whatever I tell you to do. Nothing
else is acceptable.”
Gaze locked on Koldo, Righty bent down and whispered
into her ear. Spreading poison.
The color drained from her cheeks.
Lefty squeezed her shoulder, and she slumped forward, as
though some of her energy had evaporated in a puff of smoke.
She stopped talking victory, and went back to discuss-
ing her day.
Koldo rubbed the back of his neck. What had just hap-
pened was a prime example of the life she had probably al-
ways led, pulling herself up only to be knocked down again.
Well, no more.
His body tensed all over again, preparing for war. But this
was different than what he’d felt when Nicola had first en-
tered the room. There was no sense of anticipation, no hint
of excitement. He just wanted to flat-out raze his enemy into
the ground.
He held out his hand and summoned a sword of fire—an-
other gift every Sent One received from the Most High. One
he always had a right to use.
Righty and Lefty jolted to attention, gnarled wings pop-
ping from their backs.
“You sure you want to do this?” Righty asked with a glee-
ful smile. The horns on the creature’s head grew…grew…
becoming monstrous ivory towers. Fangs stretched between
his lips, extending past his jaw. “You’ll walk away, but you’ll
be in pieces.”
The same grotesque transformation overtook Lefty, little
sparks of fire flashing underneath his scales.
Koldo didn’t bother with a response. He simply launched
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forward, blade arcing through the air. The two demons flew
apart, moving out of harm’s way. He expected the action and
went low as he landed, twisting to the right. Flames slicked
over Righty’s thigh.
The demon grunted from the pain, the scent of burned
hair filling the room.
Koldo jumped up, kicking a leg forward and a leg back-
ward, nailing both of his opponents at the same time. He
landed, and they recovered enough to leap at him, punching.
He blocked one, but purposely took the other’s abuse, grab-
bing on to Lefty’s arm and holding tight as he used the ap-
pendage as leverage to swing up both of his legs into Righty’s
throat with a brutal slam slam of his booted feet. Then he
flipped Lefty over and tossed him to his back to stomp on
the creature’s face. Bone crunched, suddenly a jigsaw puzzle
that needed to be put back together.
Before the second stomp, Lefty rolled to his feet and
bounded on the bed—the females utterly unaware—and,
without pausing to consider a wiser way, slammed into
Koldo’s back. A long, thick tail wound around his middle,
squeezing. The hook on the end sliced all the way to Kol-
do’s intestines.
Lefty raised sharpened claws, intending to slash through
his windpipe, but Koldo flashed to the other side of the bed.
The moment he landed, he leaned forward and grabbed the
end of the creature’s tail, jerking and spinning Lefty’s en-
tire body.
As the fiend careened forward, Koldo flashed behind him
and swung his sword. The demon tried to dodge, but wasn’t
fast enough. Fire met scales and bone, and scales and bone
immediately lost. The demon’s arm detached, spraying black
blood over the floor.
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Blood the humans would never see.

A howl of agony erupted as Lefty grabbed the appendage
and flew out the window, into the afternoon sunlight. Unlike
Sent Ones, demons couldn’t regenerate limbs. The creature
would have to have the arm reattached.
Deep down, Koldo knew this would not be their last battle.
Cursing, Righty turned in a half circle, his gnarled wings
sweeping in Koldo’s direction. He could have dodged, but
he chose to allow the end of one wing to clip his ankles,
knocking them together, sending him flying to the floor.
The beads in his beard rattled as he hit, air bursting from
his lungs. He pretended to lose his hold on the sword, and
the weapon vanished.
Righty dived on top of him, just as he’d wanted, fangs
bared. Koldo punched with all of his might, and broke the
demon’s nose, sending fragments of cartilage into his rot-
ting brain. Then, Koldo flashed behind him, summoning
the sword of fire, swinging. The demon shot forward, stay-
ing low. But not low enough. The scent of smoke and sulfur
filled the air. A loud thump sounded. One of the creature’s
horns was now missing.
Features contorted with rage, the demon hopped to hoofed
feet, black blood leaking down his face, from his busted
nose. Roaring, he lunged. Twisting left, twisting right, Koldo
stepped into the battle dance. Righty knew when and where
to move, sometimes managing to avoid injury. They tangoed
from one side of the room to the other, up the walls, down
the walls, on the floor, across the ceiling, rolling over the
bed, falling through Nicola as she continued to chat with her
sister, not so much as a hitch in her breath.
Koldo released the sword and grabbed a fistful of fur on
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the demon’s chest. He launched the creature through the far

wall. A second later, the fiend raced back into the room.
“The girl is mine,” Righty snarled, stalking a circle around
him. “Mine! I’ll never let her go.”
“You were foolish when you decided to follow Lucifer
rather than the Most High, and you’re foolish now, to think
you can best me. You fight from a place of defeat, and you
always will.” Long ago, the Most High had crushed all the
forces of hell. But still the creatures struck at humans, de-
termined to hurt those the Most High loved.
And the Most High loved all humans. He wanted to adopt
them, as He’d done the Sent Ones.
A hiss of rage sounded. “I’ll show you defeat!” Rather
than initiating a full-scale attack, the demon backed one step
away, two…three. A slow grin lifted the corners of his lips.
“Yes, I’ll show you defeat. Very, very soon.” With that, he
disappeared through the wall.
Koldo waited, at the ready, but the demon never returned.
No doubt, he’d gone to recruit a few of his friends.
I’ll be ready.
Only problem was, “very, very soon” told Koldo nothing.
In their realm, one day could be as long as a thousand years
and a thousand years as short as one day.
“What the heck is going on?” Nicola exclaimed. “It’s like
two boulders have been lifted from my shoulders.” As she
spoke, a smile lit her entire face, transforming her from plain
to exquisite. Her pale skin took on a radiant sheen, her eyes
becoming the color of summer rather than winter.
The moisture in his mouth dried.
“Oh, La La. It’s wonderful!”
Wonderful, yes, but still the toxin flowed through her
veins. That would have to be dealt with.
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He would have to find a way to gently reveal himself to

her, something he’d never done with a human. He would have
to garner her trust, something he’d never before cared to try.
But when? How? And how would she react?
Be as shrewd as a serpent yet as harmless as a dove,
Germanus used to tell him.
Funny, but Koldo was far less assured of his success with
the girl than he’d been with the demons.