It seems you are somehow preventing the machine from getting accurate readings. Because this facility has not had experience with that before… They had, because my mother had been the master at it. She’d always hit her target within a few points, a talent I couldn’t seem to duplicate. These guys just hadn’t caught anyone doing it before. …they don’t know how to get what we need.
The second guard raced away while the first faced me and took a deep breath. You need to come with me to the hospital wing, Your Highness. Your mother has had a heart attack.As quiet as it was, it sounded like he was screaming. I couldn’t think of what to say or do, but I knew I had to get to her. Even in heels, I outpaced the guard, running as fast as I could.
The only thoughts passing through my head were how wrong I’d been about so many things, how snippy I’d been with her when I’d wanted my way. And I was sure that she knew I loved her, but I needed to tell her one more time.In front of the hospital wing, Aunt May sat next to Miss Marlee, who appeared to be deep in prayer. Osten, mercifully, wasn’t present, but Kaden was there trying so hard to look brave. Lady Brice was there as well, pacing on the outskirts of the scene, but the true fear of the moment was summed up in Dad.He clung to General Leger, holding on to him for dear life, his fingers digging into the back of his uniform. He was unabashedly crying, and I’d never heard such a painful sound. I hoped I never would again.
I can’t lose her. I don’t know. . . . I don’t . . .General Leger grabbed him by the shoulders. Don’t think about that now. We need to believe she’ll be fine. And you need to think about your children.
Dad nodded, but I could tell he didn’t quite believe he was capable.
Daddy? I called, my voice breaking.Oddly enough, I couldn’t find any proof of power when I finally managed to find your very thin files. The only information I seem to have on you is your address and your soul count. I’m not even certain how you obtained your weapons.
Gage doesn’t even bat an eye as he answers. We were tested when we were summoned on the day our powers manifested. Damnedest thing happened, though. I think it must have been performance anxiety.Why would you be a smartass to the fucking devil? I groan, wishing I could slap the hell out of him.
Gage’s lips tug at one corner, but like Jude, he wipes it away before I can be certain.I see, Lucifer, eerily amused. During forty-seven summons all four of you had performance anxiety? he adds, returning the smartassery with a touch of fuck-you-little-turds.