“Rey’azikeen.”

 

Then I waited. Not sure what to expect. Winds whipped around me, lightning crashed and traveled up the walls, but nothing else happened.

 

Alarm started a slow, agonizing ascent up my spine.

 

I repeated his name. “Rey’azikeen.”

 

The storms seemed to grow stronger. More furious. I screamed it so I could be heard above the roar.

 

Nothing.

 

Fear shot through me so fast I almost passed out. Panic closed my throat. I tamped it down and tried again. With every name he’d ever gone by that I knew of. He’d been alive a long time.

 

“Rey’aziel.” His celestial name, the one he used in hell.

 

Nothing.

 

“Reyes Alexander Farrow.” His human name.

 

Nothing.

 

“Razer.” His godly nickname. The one they called him in Uzan, a prison from my home dimension.

 

Nothing.

 

This was not happening. This could not be happening.

 

I sank to my knees. No clue what to do. Perhaps the glass had to be clean and blood-free to bring someone out. I scrambled up and ran into the kitchen. I cleaned it with soap and water. The lightning bolts punishing me. Water and electricity didn’t mix.

 

I dried it and tried again.

 

I said his name.

 

I screamed it.

 

I whispered it.

 

I held the god glass so close to my face the electricity scorched my eyes and said it again. “Rey’azikeen.”

 

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

 

Bombarded with idea after idea, I tried everything I could think of. I tried versions of Razer in every language that came to mind. I tried chanting it. I tried opening and closing the pendant, in a sense, rebooting it.

 

Nothing.

 

An hour later, I lay on the living room floor, clutching the god glass to me, the storm as strong as ever. I could hear nothing else but the howling winds. Could see nothing else but white hot flashes of lightning behind my closed lids.

 

I could break it. I could break the god glass, but what would that accomplish? It would either set everything inside free – including a malevolent god and a demon assassin – or lock the only gate to the hell dimension in existence.

 

Kuur had told me. One way in. One way out. Of course, the fact that he was an evil demon and an assassin kind of transferred anything he said into a folder called Reasonable Doubt, but…

 

Then it hit me. I sat up. The perfect plan. I would go in after him. I would have Cookie say my name and send me inside.

 

Sadly, I would have to trick her. She’d never do it if she knew the truth. But I could leave her a note explaining how to get me back out. In theory. Obviously the whole process was a little flawed.

 

I hurried to the bedroom for my robe. She would be asleep. Actually, I was a little surprised my screaming didn’t wake anyone. Or the tempest currently residing in my apartment.

 

Just as I was about to head out the door, the storms changed. They became darker. Thicker. Angrier. Heat welled up around me. Energy. Power. It rushed over my skin like an electrical shock wave. Fierce and raw and furious.

 

The pendant became too hot for me to hold. I dropped it and stepped back in anticipation. Something was happening. It was just hard to say exactly what after the earsplitting explosion.

 

It threw me against a wall, almost knocking me unconscious. I lifted my lids but didn’t dare move. Thick black smoke pooled around me. I looked up just in time to see a dozen souls rush into me, wanting only to escape. Wanting to be free.

 

I gasped as life after life flashed before my eyes.

 

A widow with two children. She’d spurned the priest’s advances.

 

A man who refused to sign over part of his land to the church.

 

A young boy who saw the priest in a compromising situation.

 

On and on. Life after life destroyed by one man.

 

I knew the priest had been locked inside as well by a group of monks who took him to task for his evil deeds. But I didn’t feel him. Of course, he would never have gone to heaven. Perhaps he was already in hell.

 

After more than a dozen souls crossed through me, all from the same time period, the 1400s, I waited. Three more beings were inside the dimension. The demon assassin. The god Mae’eldeesahn. And my husband.

 

The smoke filled the room, lit occasionally by quick flashes of lightning. The entire apartment spun slowly, churning like a supercell.

 

And then Reyes walked out of it, the billowing smoke falling from his wide shoulders and settling at his feet.

 

I jumped up, elated, and started toward him. But I skidded to a halt just as quickly, stopped short when I recognized something amiss.

 

Smoke and lightning curled around him as though it were alive. Like an animal. Like a lover. If he shifted, it shifted. It flowed and ebbed at his will, the lightning crackling over his skin.

 

He wasn’t in the storm. He was the storm. The tempest. The squall. He was his own element.

 

I stood astounded as he walked toward me, eating the ground in three determined steps.

 

I stumbled back, caught myself, then whispered, “Reyes?”

 

He narrowed his eyes on me. As though curious. As though he had no idea who I was.

 

I reached up to touch his face and got a whole lot of wall for my effort.

 

He shoved me against it so hard I bounced back a little. Then he ran his gaze down the length of my body, his hand at my throat. Then my jaw. Wrapping his fingers around it, he talked to me, his voice low and husky. “Elle-Ryn-Ahleethia.”

 

Why would he use my celestial name?

 

He seemed… surprised. Astonished to find me there. Then he gave me another once-over. His gaze filled with both lust and contempt.

 

And then I remembered. Kuur had told me Rey’Azikeen had only contempt for the humans his Brother loved so much. And I was human. At least a grain-sized portion of me.




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