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I could blame her allure on her being a succubus all I liked, but the truth was, she was nothing more than a vulnerable woman at the moment, and I was the pervert lusting after her. Merri’s power wasn’t in play here. I wanted her. I’d been afraid for her. Those emotions were all mine.

“Did you find her?” Sin skidded into the room, worry written all over his face as he scanned the debris left by the earthquake. “Fuck. What a mess.” His eyes alighted on Merri, and the man immediately tugged off his tank top. “What happened?”

“She was trapped in the steam room,” I explained, already stepping back and allowing him to claim my place in front of her.

He draped the loose cotton over her head, concealing the body my fingers were itching to explore. But the arm holes were low cut, meaning more than enough temptation remained.

I had to get the fuck away from her. Before I did something incredibly stupid.

“She needs water and rest. Take care of her,” I grunted, not letting my eyes meet hers before I turned away and stalked out of there.

This was getting out of hand. I knew bringing her here was a bad idea, but I never expected it would be because I’d want something more with her. We were supposed to breed her to save the world. Full stop. She wasn’t supposed to mean anything.

She wasn’t supposed to be . . . mine.

I stumbled as the word floated through my mind, denial hot on its heels. I shoved down the rightness of it. The relief and primal possession that surged through me at the mere suggestion that I might keep her.

No.

No.

Merri was a job. That was all she could ever be.

I wasn’t a man who could offer a future to anyone. Fuck, I wasn’t even a man. Not anymore.

I was War.

Fucking horseman of the apocalypse.

And it was time I started acting like it.

Operation PFFN Super Secret Video Correspondence: #3

Static screen blinks to life. Asher Henry sits and rests his elbows on his knees, then leans closer to the camera.

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Asher:All right, I’m gonna skip the pleasantries and just dive in. We’ve got a lot of information to go over and people these days have the attention span of a gnat.

Asher sits back on the couch and runs a hand over his face.

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Asher:I sent Remi out on an errand so I could get through this without interruption, but since he is one of said gnats, I also have some pre-recorded stuff to share so I can keep my portion to a minimum. I hope you’re sitting down wherever you arebecause this isn’t going to be easy to hear, but it’s not going to do you any good to sugarcoat it, so let’s just hit the highlights.

Photo of a massive crater in the earth appears on screen.

Asher:You know what that crater used to be? Mount fucking Everest. The news is saying it imploded due to its core eroding without our knowledge. That’s a bunch of bullshit. That mountain collapsed and caused a planet-wide 9.5 earthquake. And do you know why? Ding ding, the apocalypse. In case you haven’t received our earlier communications, I won’t assume that you’re up to date on all the important details. If you are, skip ahead a bit; otherwise let me fill you in. The world is ending. The seven Princes of hell are being released on some sort of unknown timer, although given that there was only a week between the first and the second, seven days is our current theory.

Asher glances off-screen and shakes his head.

Asher:*dark chuckle* Asher, you might ask. How do you know this was the second Prince? Well, viewer, I know because we have our own personal alert system by way of the sexy Irish priest my partner can’t stop flirting with. Caleb confirmed that as soon as the earthquake hit, his scar lit up like a Fourth of July fireworks show.

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