Unless she came to the mortal world to torment more humans. That he saw happening.
He shook his head. Though he didn't know what connection past-Death had to some human, he trusted Rhyn above everyone. If nothing else, he'd check out this Logan guy this evening and see whatever it was Rhyn wanted him to see. In the meantime, he'd learn to use the compass better and decipher the symbols.
Twelve hours and forty three souls later, Gabriel gave up on the icons. No matter where the compass pointed, it led him to the correct body. The symbols were useless to him. He knelt over the latest body with a glance at his forearm.
Logan Myers had been dead for a couple of days at least. His body was hidden in the brush near a beach. Rhyn was right about the demons; Gabe smelled demon blood and saw the gashes across Logan's throat. He hadn't been attacked by anything remotely human or animal. A demon tore off his neck and face and drained him of blood. It'd be hard to spot the shape-shifter demon posing as Logan with his face shredded.
"At least they didn't eat you," Gabe consoled the dead man quietly. "Hard to get a soul that way. Come on out."
The green fog appeared at his words. He watched the green gem form in his palm and rose. He put it with the others in his pocket. The sound of the ocean was calming under the full moon, the steady ebb and flow of waves drawing him to sit on the beach.
Why was he disappointed not to find …more? Some reminder of past-Death, a sign she cared for him, a hint at the connection between this Logan and the woman Gabriel knew.
"The soul radar takes me to you, if nowhere else."
Gabe glanced up at Harmony's voice. He patted the sand beside him.
"Business or pleasure?" he asked.
"Business," his second-in-command and current lover said, seating herself.
"What broke this time?"
"The portal. I was delivering your orders and tried to get home but couldn't."
"How many are trapped up here?" he asked, irritated.
"Maybe twenty."
"I'll get it fixed," he said. He had no clue how and hoped the portal still worked for him. After all, the underworld was his. It couldn't deny its master.
Harmony was looking at him. "Don't you want to try it?"
"In a minute. I'm taking a break."
"Oh."
He doubted his night - or his next few thousand years - was going to get any better than this. He glanced at Harmony, whose green gaze was on the ocean. She was gorgeous in the moonlight, and desire stirred his blood.