ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Writing is solitary work, but a book cant be produced alone. Thank you to my editor, Cindy Hwang, who is patient and brilliant, and I thank God every day that shes mine. To her assistant, Leis Pederson, who gets me everything I need. To the art department at Berkley, and the cover artist, Cliff Nielsen, who blew my socks off with this spectacular design, and an image that is everything I write my heroines to be: strong, strong, strong... and sexy. And to everyone else at Berkley whose work has touched the books in this seriesI cant thank you enough.
Also, my undying gratitude goes to Nathalie Nguyen, who helped me out with the French that my Spanish classes in high school and college never covered. To Michelle Dominguez, who checked my Italian. Everything correct is theirs, every error is, of course, mine. To Ilona Andrews, Jill Myles, Jennifer Lampe, Holly Mercer, and Kate Garrabrant, who always manage to send me e-mails at exactly the right time, whether they know it or not. And to all of the readers who stop by my blog, drive to a signing, or send me e-mails and cookies to share with my daughter, and whose lives touch my strange little onethank you.
To the city of San Francisco: Im sorry. I couldnt pick up City Hall and move it, so I took liberties.
EPILOGUE
Jake was the one who found Michael, but it was Khavi who took them to the frozen field.
Lucifers throne rose in the center of the field, an enormous black tower. With her knife and spear ready, Irena stood in a blanket of absolute silence, where the screams sliced deeper than in Chaosshe could hear nothing but the screams in her head. The cold was so fierce it burned. The faces of the damned formed the uneven ground beneath her feet. She only looked for one.
Olek touched her shoulder and signed that they had found him.
Irena followed him, her gut in a twisted knot. How had Jake found one face among so many? In the week that had passed since Michaels death, Jake must have spent every spare moment under the shadow of Lucifers throne, in the silence and the screams, searching.
Reckless, stupid. And she would thank him when they reached home again.
She came closer, and realized one voice rose above the others. A familiar voicea harmonious one. The pain and terror it carried almost brought Irena to her knees.
Alejandro sank down beside him. Michael stared up, his eyes frozen openfixed and alive, seeinghis mouth stretched in his scream of agony and horror.
Irena felt the soft draw of Oleks Gift. He placed his hands on Michaels face, warmed him.
Khavi knelt beside him, her tears falling from her cheeks as drops of ice. Michael, she signed. We have not much time. You must listen.
Her heart aching, pounding, Irena scanned the horizon. Darkness moved at the edges.
You are linked to her, Michael. She screams, Khavi signed quickly. She screams and screams. Caelum cannot hear her voiceit can only hear yours. Soon she will scream the realm apart. You have to hold them in, or she will die. Caelum will die.
Raw pain filled his amber eyes. Slowly, slowly, his frozen mouth closed.
His scream was silenced. Others rushed in to fill it.
A shadow spread across the top of the throne. Irena adjusted her grip on her spear.
Khavi looked up. Lucifer. We will not fight him. Not today.
Irena nodded. She knelt, put her hand against Michaels face. Cold, but warmed by Alejandros Gift, the ice did not burn. We will return, she swore, and saw Alejandro do the same.
Khavi bent over him again. We will save you, she signed, and smiled. I have seen it.
Irena caught a painful breath. Michaels amber eyes softened and laughter came into them. And here, in the midst of Hell, they looked utterly human.
She held on to that as they left.
Almost three months later...
Alejandro looked up from his desk as Irena strode into his office. She closed the doors behind her, locked them. She turned and replaced her gray tailored suit with longstockings and her brief shirt.
And because he preferred to be in his own form with her, he changed, too.
Her eyes narrowed. I dont think that Lynne believes Im a federal agent.
No, she does not, he agreed. The receptionist had never believed itperhaps because Irena always left with her hair more mussed than when shed arrived. Her latest suspicion is that you are a whore who comes in to relieve my loneliness.
That amused her. Truly?
Yes. He regarded her closely. Are you here so that I can talk you out of killing Lilith again?
She grinned. No. Taylor woke up.
Relief slid through him. Finally. Though her screams had stopped after their visit to Michaelthe first visit of manyshed remained in a catatonic state. He knew Irena had feared Taylor would not come out of it. And Prestons face had taken on too many new lines; his new position at SI could not distract him from his worry.
As it should be, Alejandro thought.
How is she?
Her grin dimmed. Confused. Scared. She came around his desk in front of him, picked up the bound papers hed been reading through to make room, and sat back on the edge. I cannot believe we are all not running and screaming.
He smiled and touched her hands. They were strong. The others acceptance of her leadership had come easily. Not without bumps, but Irena had worked to smooth them all. Michael was not a fool.
She nodded and looked down at the papers she held. What are you working on?
A health care bill. Do you want me to read it to you?
Her lips twitched. I am a very busy woman now, so only a summary. How will you vote?
I havent decided. It has good points. It also panders to lobbyists and partisan rhetoric rather than looking at what is right for the people it is supposed to help. So I must decide whether it is a step in the right direction despite the flaws, and work to make it betteror to toss it out and start over again.
Hed gone on so long just to amuse her, but now he froze as her expression changed from amusement to admiration. And, he thought with an ache in his throat, pride.
She placed her hand over his heart. You stay loyal to this.
Yes. He swallowed past the constriction in his throat, and added, It will likely mean a short political career.
Her smile reappeared. How long, do you think? This does not fit you as well as it should.
No, not perfectly. He enjoyed the challengebut this was not where he would finish. Only as long as we must keep Special Investigations goingand until we have enough resources to create something similar... and autonomous. No demons. No government. No outside interests. Only our purpose. Once we have that, its where I will be.
And for now, you work both sides of the fence. She looked at him again, not with censure, but with admiration. I would not be capableso I am glad it is you who does this part of our work.
He tried to imagine her in meetings, sorting through details, arguing minute points of conflict. Every scenario he came up with ended with shattered furniture or bloodand in her curses, no animal would be left unfucked.
I am glad as well, he said.
She laughed and replaced the papers on his desk. You are speaking in Washington on behalf of SI tomorrow, yes?
Yes. Are you certain you will not accompany me? Michael was at the first meeting.
I will practice diplomacy for a few more decades first. The laughter faded from her eyes, and they darkened. But remind the committee that we are all that stands between them and Hell.