us—find Damien, find the List. Unfortunately, no one knows where he lives. Not even the CEOs who run his companies. But I have an informant who knows how to track Damien’s movements.” I lifted my head to look into his eyes. “When you say we, do you mean Gavyn has been helping you?” I asked hopeful y.
“Only this time. Your grandfather and the Cardinals directed me to find the List.” The inflection in voice indicated how much that meant to him. “I work with Remy and the others. Because I didn’t trust the last intel from our informant, I didn’t want the others involved. I was right. It turned out to be a trap.” His eyes narrowed. “When I catch up with Zedekiah, he’s going to be sorry he double-crossed me. He’s playing games and I hate people who play games.” So did I. “How do you contact him?”
“We leave messages for each other with a concierge at an inn outside Vegas, but tonight, he’s in Vegas. Zedekiah’s a creature of habit. I even know where he’l be staying.”
That meant they were going to Vegas tonight.
Would Haziel let me go too? “Just how many offices are owned by Damien Corporation?”
Bran shrugged. “I don’t know, but there’re many al over the world. He’s into real estate and banking, manufacturing, and shipping, which probably makes it easy for him to transport the contracts. ”
“So whoever finds these facilities can claim the contracts?”
Bran nodded and smiled. “Imagine if we got the List. More souls spared hel and more Guardians get their glory back.” The smile disappeared from his lips. “But if a demon claims the souls, he or she wil succeed Coronis and become the new leader.” So it was us against power-hungry demons.
No wonder Valafar didn’t want us going after the List. He wanted it for himself. “But what did Solange mean by if they found it you’l have to join them?
What does this List have to do with you?” Bran shrugged. “Other than the fact that we want it too, I don’t know.”
That didn’t make sense. I couldn’t explain the That didn’t make sense. I couldn’t explain the foreboding feeling brewing like a tempest in my stomach either. There was more going on here than we knew. Valafar was plotting something, I just knew it, but contacting him was impossible without his phone number. I real y needed to find that present.
6. Spirit Guides
“When are we leaving?” Celeste cal ed from the foot of the stairs, interrupting Bran.
“Five minutes,” he responded and went back to the passage in Pride and Prejudice without missing a beat. “‘Had Elizabeth been able to encounter his eyes, she might have seen how wel the expression of heartfelt delight diffused over his face became him; but, though she could not look, she could listen, and he told her of feelings which, in proving of what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment more valuable.’”
“You said you were doing physics,” Celeste griped, moving closer.
“Lil wanted to read first and do physics later.”
“And you are okay with it? You always insist I do the subjects I hate first.”
“You’re my sister, pint. She’s my girlfriend.” He grinned when she glared at him.
“He has a beautiful voice,” I added, sitting up.
I could listen to him forever, but from Celeste’s annoyed expression, she wasn’t in the mood to hear that. “If you guys need to go…go ahead. I should be getting ready for my session with Master Haziel anyway.”
Bran gripped my waist and stopped me from getting up. I had been sitting on the recliner between his legs with my head on his chest.
“We’re not done yet.” He turned his gaze to Celeste. “Be a good little sister and wait upstairs. I’l be right up.”
Celeste crossed her arms and jutted her chin.
“No, you won’t. You finish whatever it is you plan to do and we’l teleport from right…here.”
“Celeste,” he snapped, eyes narrowed.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen you two
“Only this time. Your grandfather and the Cardinals directed me to find the List.” The inflection in voice indicated how much that meant to him. “I work with Remy and the others. Because I didn’t trust the last intel from our informant, I didn’t want the others involved. I was right. It turned out to be a trap.” His eyes narrowed. “When I catch up with Zedekiah, he’s going to be sorry he double-crossed me. He’s playing games and I hate people who play games.” So did I. “How do you contact him?”
“We leave messages for each other with a concierge at an inn outside Vegas, but tonight, he’s in Vegas. Zedekiah’s a creature of habit. I even know where he’l be staying.”
That meant they were going to Vegas tonight.
Would Haziel let me go too? “Just how many offices are owned by Damien Corporation?”
Bran shrugged. “I don’t know, but there’re many al over the world. He’s into real estate and banking, manufacturing, and shipping, which probably makes it easy for him to transport the contracts. ”
“So whoever finds these facilities can claim the contracts?”
Bran nodded and smiled. “Imagine if we got the List. More souls spared hel and more Guardians get their glory back.” The smile disappeared from his lips. “But if a demon claims the souls, he or she wil succeed Coronis and become the new leader.” So it was us against power-hungry demons.
No wonder Valafar didn’t want us going after the List. He wanted it for himself. “But what did Solange mean by if they found it you’l have to join them?
What does this List have to do with you?” Bran shrugged. “Other than the fact that we want it too, I don’t know.”
That didn’t make sense. I couldn’t explain the That didn’t make sense. I couldn’t explain the foreboding feeling brewing like a tempest in my stomach either. There was more going on here than we knew. Valafar was plotting something, I just knew it, but contacting him was impossible without his phone number. I real y needed to find that present.
6. Spirit Guides
“When are we leaving?” Celeste cal ed from the foot of the stairs, interrupting Bran.
“Five minutes,” he responded and went back to the passage in Pride and Prejudice without missing a beat. “‘Had Elizabeth been able to encounter his eyes, she might have seen how wel the expression of heartfelt delight diffused over his face became him; but, though she could not look, she could listen, and he told her of feelings which, in proving of what importance she was to him, made his affection every moment more valuable.’”
“You said you were doing physics,” Celeste griped, moving closer.
“Lil wanted to read first and do physics later.”
“And you are okay with it? You always insist I do the subjects I hate first.”
“You’re my sister, pint. She’s my girlfriend.” He grinned when she glared at him.
“He has a beautiful voice,” I added, sitting up.
I could listen to him forever, but from Celeste’s annoyed expression, she wasn’t in the mood to hear that. “If you guys need to go…go ahead. I should be getting ready for my session with Master Haziel anyway.”
Bran gripped my waist and stopped me from getting up. I had been sitting on the recliner between his legs with my head on his chest.
“We’re not done yet.” He turned his gaze to Celeste. “Be a good little sister and wait upstairs. I’l be right up.”
Celeste crossed her arms and jutted her chin.
“No, you won’t. You finish whatever it is you plan to do and we’l teleport from right…here.”
“Celeste,” he snapped, eyes narrowed.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen you two
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