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Madeline Black is an Agent of death, meaning she escorts the souls of people who have died to the afterlife. But lately, some spirits dont feel like crossing over... Something is wrong with the souls of Chicagos dead. Ghosts are walking the streets, and Maddys boss wants her to figure out why. At the same time, the pact that Maddy unwittingly made with the local werewolves comes back to bite her when their alpha is kidnapped. As Lucifers heir, she should be able to discover whoor whatis responsible for both occurrences, but the fallen havent been too happy with her since she agreed to harbor Gabriels half brother, Samiel. And while work is bad enough, Maddy has a plethora of personal problems, too. Now that Gabriel has been assigned as her thrall, their relationship has hit an impasse. At least her sleazy ex-fianc, Nathaniel, is out of the pictureor so she thinks...

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Black Howl

Black Wings - 3

by

Christina Henry

For Henry, because he never complained when I was writing this book, even though he didnt see his mom very much for a few weeks while I was finishing it.

I love you, little bear.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks, as always, to my super-awesome editor, Danielle Stockley, and my equally incredible publicist, Rosanne Romanello.

Thanks to Sarah Kaiser, Faith Park, Anne Posner and Pamela Schneider for moral support when I was trying to finish this book without having a nervous breakdown.

Much gratitude is due to Cynthia, Pedro, Jessie, BJ and all the wonderful staff at Einstein Bros. on Southport (my unofficial office).

Love to all of my family, especially Chris and Henry, who keep me going.

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LEGS IN THE AIR, HEELS TOWARD THE CEILING. CRUNCH, quick!

I lay flat on my back, legs extended up, and started crunching as the instructor counted off reps. After about three movements the atrophied muscles in my abdomen started to scream for mercy. My legs dropped toward the ground.

Uh-uh-uh. No, no, no, the instructor said to me as he walked around the classroom checking our form. He was a tall, handsome African American man with the demeanor of a drill sergeant. Keep those legs up.

He grabbed my ankles and jerked my legs back into position. I tried to remember why I had made this asinine New Years resolution to lose weight in the first place. Beezle had laughed for a full half hour when I told him I was going to an aerobics class.

You should be going with me, too, Id said. Except that youd scare the crap out of all the fit people.

Beezle had patted his round tummy indignantly. Ill have you know that I am the perfect shape for a gargoyle.

Yeah, a gargoyle that gets out of breath going to the kitchen for snacks, Id replied.

Better to get out of breath in pursuit of chocolate than in pursuit of a fitness you will never achieve, Beezle had said.

Id sworn then and there to lose thirty pounds by June. In retrospect, this was a stupid thing to say out loud, because if I didnt lose the weight, Beezle would harass me about it for the rest of my life.

Fifty more! the instructor shouted.

I groaned and glanced at the clock. Aside from my possibly fruitless pursuit of rock-hard abs, I had a secondary motive for getting up at the ungodly hour of five a.m. and making my way to the local YMCA. I had a soul to pick up, and that soul was Harry Lopardo, presently crunching his way up and down on the mat next to me, scheduled to depart this earth in about eight minutes. Harry was a super-fit middle-aged guy who could easily have been in one of those magazine ads for protein bars. He had that no-body-fat look.

If I knew that I had only eight minutes left on my sand timer, I would definitely be doing something besides crunches. It would probably involve getting Gabriel, the unrequited lust of my life, naked as quickly as possible. Of course, there was a universe of obstacles in the way of that happening.

See, Im an Agent of death. What that means is that once a week I get a list of names, times and places. The names are souls whose deaths have been foreseen by Agency prophets. My job is to be in the right place at the right time to take the soul to the Door. Im not sure precisely whats behind the Door, but I know that the soul has a choice of many worlds.

Death is a bureaucracy. Its ordered, and filled with paperwork, and pretty much everyone is on a need-to-know basis. As a lowly Agent (a crappy job I inherited when my mother died) my need-to-know ranking is pretty low.

Leg lifts, slow, then quick, go! the instructor shouted.

I looked at the clock again. Two more minutes. Thank the freaking Morningstar, because I wasnt sure if I would be able to bend at the waist ever again if this went on for much longer.

Fifty more!

Fifty more, fifty moreIs that all he knows how to say? I muttered.

Harry looked over at me and grinned. I know its tough, but if you stick with it, youll see results.

No talking! the instructor shouted.

I huffed and puffed my way through another few reps, and then Harrys legs dropped to the ground and he clutched his chest. His face turned purple.

Heart attack.

I came to my knees and called out to the instructor. Hey, you should call nine-one-one! I think this guy is having a heart attack.

Everyone in class turned to look at us. I took Harrys hand. Its okay, its okay; just look at me.

People started crowding around. The hip-hop music that blared from the speakers kept running, out of sync with what was happening in the room.

Clear the way, clear the way; give him some air! the instructor said.

I dropped Harrys hand and scooted back behind the crowd. This gave me the perfect opportunity to disappear.

I pushed my wings from my back and winked out of sight.

Even though I was invisible I still had to follow the laws of physics. That meant that I had to work around the knot of people surrounding Harry and slip through an opening to get to his body. A second after I knelt beside him again, he breathed his last breath.

His soul came drifting up from the body, attached by a band of ectoplasm. Harry looked down at himself with confusion, then up at me. His eyes widened when he noticed my wings.

A heart attack? Seriously? I was in great shape, he said. Are you the grim reaper? Or some kind of angel?

A little of both, I said, and this was true. My father was Azazel, a fallen angel, and my mother had been an Agent of death. I was also distantly related to Lucifer, and he loved to remind me of that fact.

Harry watched the class instructor giving his lifeless body CPR. So I guess if youre here, that means that CPR isnt going to do too much for me.

I shook my head and held out my hand. Will you come with me?

You have to give the soul a choice. They have to choose to go with you, or stay and haunt this earth forever. Choosing to be a ghost also creates a lot of annoying paperwork.

Harry put his hand in mine. As he did, he looked me up and down critically. I meant what I said, you know. If you stick with the class, you will definitely see results.

Ill keep that in mind, I said. Got any fitness tips for an overweight gargoyle?

I dropped Harry off at the Door and made my way toward home. The flight felt a little lonely without Gabriel. He used to be my bodyguard, at the behest of my father, and therefore went everywhere with me except the bathroom. Now he was my thrall, by virtue of my having won him in a magical contest that I was not supposed to survive.

The laws of Lucifers kingdom said that once you are a thrall, you are always a thrall. You can be passed from owner to owner but you can never, ever be free. I really did not want to be Gabriels owner. But I didnt want him to belong to someone else who would abuse him, either. So mostly I left him alone and avoided making direct requests of him that he would be forced to follow.

This meant that I spent a lot more time flying solo than I used to, unless Samiel decided to come with me. Samiel was Gabriels half brother and hed recently become a part of my household collection of oddities. He frequently came with me on pickups because he had an insatiable curiosity about anything and everything to do with humans, but Beezle had insisted that Samiel stay home this morning and watch a movie with him. The gargoyle had been strangely mysterious about the choice of film, too, so I just hoped that he wasnt making Samiel watch something icky, like a really bloody horror movie.

I was flying lower than I usually do, close to the rooftops, which is why I saw the ghost.

It was walking in circles on the sidewalk, which was odd behavior, even for an apparition. Every once in a while it would walk toward the brick exterior of a building and bounce off, almost as if it didnt know that ghosts could drift through solid objects.

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