Page 61 of Far From Center
She couldn’t worry him. It’s not like Wyatt could do anything to help her right now. “No, Snip just needed something. If you see either of them, can you have them call either Snip or Terrelle? Tell them it’s important.”
“Okay,” Wyatt sounded as if he didn’t quite believe her. “So I’ll see you in a few days? Are you going to wait around for the ID I’m sending and come back with…” papers rustled in the background, “with Christopher Edgely?”
She nearly laughed. So that was to be Gabriel’s alias. It was a sobering through that he might not get to use it.
“I’m not sure. I’ll let you know. Thanks Wyatt. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
She hung up and turned to the two demons. “Terrelle, you stand guard over this angel. Snip, you need to somehow manage to get to Hel as quickly as you can and get Sam here.”
His eyes widened. “But Nyalla, there’s no gate here. I’ll need to fly home, then get an Uber or something to where the Columbia Mall used to be, then run all over Hel to find her.”
Good thing he had a plane ticket on the last flight out tonight. And good thing once he did find her, Sam could teleport the pair of them straight to Aruba. Nyalla got a feeling this rescue attempt wasn’t going to go as planned.
“Just bring Sam here. Terrelle, if either of them call, tell them to come. Don’t tell them about what I did to Gabriel, or that he’s even here, just tell them I’m in trouble.”
Hopefully she wouldn’t need them, but she didn’t want to spill the secret about Gabe prematurely, just in case she pulled this off after Snip had reached Sam.
“You’re not seriously thinking of going after him?” Terrelle exclaimed. “Let me, Nyalla. At least I’m a demon. You’re a human, and you don’t even have your wand or any other magical device.”
“I can’t just sit here and wait for days, hoping the rebels kept Gabriel alive long enough for Sam to get here. I need to try to help him.”
Terrelle bit her lip. “But Nyalla, the angels, the keep-away charm…”
“I’ll be fine,” she told the demon. “Eighteen years in Hel and I learned a few tricks about locked doors and keep-away spells, and how to avoid demons — which are pretty much the same as angels. Just make sure this guy doesn’t get away. And Snip, make sure you don’t get caught, okay? You’re pretty much my only hope of getting out of this if I wind up locked in there with Gabe.”
The Low saluted her with his fingerless hand. “Got it, Nyalla.”
It was late, and there would be no one up at the lighthouse at this hour. This was the perfect time to go on a rescue mission, and with any luck, she’d get Gabriel back and they could somehow get off this island before the angels even knew their captive was gone.
