Immortal (Fallen Angels #6)(81)
Author: J.R. Ward

Eddie’s shell-shocked peepers were not good news. “I, ah, I would not have seen this coming. But I guess … it’s the Creator’s game, right? He made all the rules, and there’s certainly nothing in them that suggests Jim couldn’t also be in play.”

“Mother … fucker.” As Ad leaned back, his bad leg ached so badly he had to sit forward again. “You know, just when I thought things couldn’t get worse.”

“He went after Devina,” Sissy said in a dead tone. “Because of what that demon did to me. Is that his crossroads?”

Eddie whistled under his breath. “Yeah. If he tries to destroy her—”

“Even if it’s for the right reasons,” Ad chimed in as he got to his feet. “Shit.”

“—then, yeah, I could see how it could be a loss for us. Even though Devina is evil and has done a lot of shit, the target isn’t the point. It’s the soul’s decision at the time, it’s the intent that is the measure.”

“We have to stop him,” Sissy said in a small voice.

“Assuming we can.”

Ad rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, regardless of whether or not he’s in play, we gotta go get him. We can’t let him try to take her out on his own. He’s powerful, but Devina? That bitch is capable of things even he can’t make happen.”

“Can she be killed?” Sissy asked.

Eddie shrugged. “Only under the most extreme circumstances. But again, it wouldn’t matter in terms of the war because it’s about his intent.”

Sissy kicked up her chin and glared at the both of them. “I’m coming, too. I don’t care what you say, I’m not—”

“Of course you’re coming,” Ad gritted out. “You’re probably the only one who can get through to him. More to the point, you’re going to find him for us. He could be anywhere in this city.”

Jim landed in a park down by the river, the one close to the boathouse that he’d been in during Matthias’s second round. He stayed away from the lights on the walking lanes out of habit, not necessity: He was deep invisi, undetectable not only by the human eye, but the demon one.

The bene of a little spell he’d been working on in his spare time.

Putting his hand forward, he stared at the knife he’d managed to lift from the penthouse. It was the one Sissy had almost used against Devina, the one that had come from the demon’s precious collection of kitchen cutters. And how did he know its origins? The instant he’d snagged it off the bar while they’d been talking, a vibration had traveled up his arm and nailed him in the chest.

It was her. It was Devina’s very essence.

Getting the thing out of there had also been easier than he’d expected—all he’d had to do was slip it into his waistband and make sure his T-shirt stayed down.

Turning the weight over in his palms, he pictured Devina not just from memory, but as if he were creating a 3-D sculpture of her out of thin air. Every nuance, from the arch of her eyebrows to the curve of her breasts, from the length of her torso and dip of her waist to those long legs and the narrow feet, became totally front and center. And even when he figured he’d gone far enough, he made sure he added the black gleam of her evil eyes and those cherry-red lips … as well as the glow that was always above her and the vicious aura that surrounded her—

The knife began to vibrate.

Like the point of a compass fighting to find true north.

He put one hand over the other and squeezed hard to make sure the thing didn’t get stripped away from him … and then he followed where it took him. Traveling at a jog, he followed the pull sure as if there were a rope around the metal parts and someone was drawing them home.

Passing out of the park, he went by skyscrapers, jogged down streets that paralleled the warehouse district, continued onward to the seedy part of downtown with its clubs and strip joints. And then the knife started to veer to the right, leading him by the apartment building complexes and toward the suburban strip malls and the—

The building it eventually brought him to was low-slung and gray, a nondescript box of functionality with a sign that read, INTEGRATED HUMAN RESOURCES, on the front facade.

Against his palms, the Henckels grew hot, as if it were excited at being so close to their mutual goal.

“Let’s get inside,” he hissed, walking around to the back.

Chapter Forty-six

Sissy walked out of the old mansion’s front door, following Ad and Eddie into the night. As she zipped up Jim’s leather jacket, she breathed in the scent he’d left behind on it … and wondered how in the hell she was going to find him. The two angels seemed convinced she’d be able to, but damned if she knew how.

“Did you know that Devina is a hoarder?” Eddie asked as he held up the necklace Jim had left behind.

She struggled to track what he was saying. “Ah, no.”

Ad sheathed a crystal knife at his hip. “Yeah, she puts the ‘demon’ in OCD.”

“The reason she collects things,” Eddie said, handing the chain with its dangling dove over, “is because ownership is transmitted and collected in metal. The purer the metal, the stronger the tie, but that’s not the only determinant. Strong emotion, physical pain, bloodshed—these strengthen the bond between the animate and the inanimate.”

“It’s why he left that necklace behind,” Ad muttered. “He didn’t want any tie to you to fall into Devina’s hands. Too dangerous.”

“But it’s also going to be how we find her.” Eddie nodded. “That’s gold, for one thing. Very powerful. Add to that the fact that your mother gave it to him and it was yours? And he wore it during times when he was searching for you? Lot of emotion. He’s bonded to that thing as much as you are.”

She stared at the fragile links, the sweet charm. “Okay, so what do I do?”

“Close your eyes. Picture Jim standing in front of you, and recall every detail of him that you can think of. Imagine him in three-D, feel his presence, the weight of him—make eye contact with him. The stronger and more clearly you see him, the better the direction will be. Then when you get the link and it begins to guide you, we’ll drive to wherever he is.”

Sissy nodded, thinking that of all the things she’d done in the last couple of days, this made the most sense and was the least scary. Shutting her lids, she thought about Jim and visualized him before her, noting everything from his dark blond hair to the shadow of beard on his jaw, from the cigarette in his hand to his combat boots, from the jeans and the perennial white T-shirt to the muscular chest. And then she even imagined the necklace itself was on him …