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“What girl?”Roman asked.

“A girl, a girl.She is the key.His one way out, his one-way ticket,” it muttered like a crazy person.

“You’re not making any sense,” Roman snapped angrily.“Tell me what I want to know, or I will rip out your eyes and shove them down your throat,” he screamed, eyes glowing again.

The demon flinched.“A girl.There is a girl; she is his ticket, his way out of Hell.”

A shiver crept up Roman’s spine.“You’re talking about Lucifer, aren’t you?”

The demon nodded.

“How?How does this girl help him out of Hell?”

“Sacrifice… need her blood… a ritual, that’s all I know.I’m just an errand boy.W-we don’t get told much,” he stuttered.

“What’s her name?What does she look like?”

“We have to find this girl,” Phoenix said, a hint of panic in his voice.

Roman was shocked.If Lucifer got out of Hell, it would be the end of everything as they knew it.He would raise his army of demons and head straight for the heavens… after he annihilated every human on the planet.

“No… no, he will kill me.”The demon shook his head.

“I am about to kill you,” Roman growled, grabbing the demon by the head and punching him again, shattering his cheekbone.

“Char… Charlotte… that’s all I know,” the demon slurred before it passed out.

Roman straightened, eyes wide, taking a few steps back.

Not possible.

“It can’t be,” he whispered, thinking of the golden beauty he’d been kissing only hours ago.“Phoenix, the girls you took home earlier, you need to go get them and bring them here now,” Roman said, his mind spinning.

Phoenix nodded, rushing out of the room.

“Get Maalik on the phone.It’s time to go demon hunting,” he told Lucian.“We need to find a demon who can tell us more about this ritual.Lock him in a cell.Armaros can send the piece of shit back to Hell,” he ordered, stalking out of the room, panic hitting.

We need to find Charlotte before Lucifer gets a hold of her.Otherwise, we are all fucked.

5

Charlotte felt weightless, the odd sensation of floating pulling her back to consciousness.Her whole body screamed in pain as she tried to open her eyes, wincing and realizing her left eye had swollen shut.

As her good eye finally focused, she tried to touch her aching face, panic taking over as she discovered that someone had shackled her wrists above her head.The dull throbbing in her arms and shoulders started to make sense.

She tried yanking her hands free, the jerking movement making her body sway.She looked down and saw that she was suspended in the air, with her feet hanging a foot above the ground.Her vision blurred as her eyes started watering with tears.Terror crept over her.

God help me.

Charlotte jerked her body, trying with everything she had to rip her hands out of the shackles.She began sobbing uncontrollably, the jerking movement only making her sway back and forth more, the throbbing in her arms turning into a painful burn.

Why was she here?She didn’t understand.She was a nobody, and she had nothing to offer anyone, no family or money.It was just her and Ava.

Her head pounded as memories of the night flooded her mind.She couldn’t tell if her headache was from the blow she’d taken to the back of her head or from all the drinking she’d done at the club.Tears streamed down her face as she tried to calm her thoughts.She started to remember the three men from the diner bursting into the apartment, and Ava knocked out on the floor.

“Oh god, Ava,” she whispered, trying to blink the tears away so she could focus on her surroundings.

Was Ava okay?Did these guys have her locked up somewhere as well?

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