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my hands on my hips. “It’s the only way.”
    “Did you not hear a word Asmodeus just said,” Gage replies angrily.
    “She isn’t dead,” I snap.
    Gage holds my gaze, disbelief marring his expression. I can see that he believes she’s already dead. Deep within my gut though I know she’s not. I would feel the loss. Wouldn’t I?
    “Eve needs training. Demon training.” Nassa’s gruff voice cuts through the tension.
    “What?” Gage and I turn to her and ask at the same time.
    “If Eve believes her mother is still alive, then we’ll assume she is.” Nassa pins Gage with a hard glare before sliding her focus to me. “You can’t just walk into Hell, Eve, and demand Elizabeth. An ancient demon would kill you within seconds with a simple look.” Her eyes run the length of me. “No offense,” she adds.
    “None taken,” I say insincerely.
    She rolls her eyes. “Like it or not, Eve, it’s true.”
    “Buttercup is right,” Gage enters the conversation. “The training the St. Michaels have impaired on you will not be the same as full-on demon training, love.”
    Nassa steps to my side. “I have some friends here in the city that might be able to help. They’re of the…demon variety. If they agree, I would need assurance they wouldn’t be hurt. Wherever we train, it would have to be neutral territory.”
    “Can we find a place?” I inquire with Gage.
    The gargoyle exhales a frustrated breath. After a few uncomfortable moments in silence he realizes neither Nassa, nor I, will be backing down and gives into our request.
    “I’ll reach out to the Manhattan clan and see if Marcus will host us,” Gage offers.
    “How long will that take?” I ask in desperation.
    Gage shrugs. “Not long to contact Marcus, love.”
    “I meant the training?” I correct.
    “As long as it takes before you’re ready,” Gage answers with a harsh look, ending my hopes of a quick entrance into the depths of Hell to retrieve my mother. Crap .
    “Yes or no, Eve?” Nassa poses.
    After I mull it over, I dip my chin. “I’ll agree to the training delay on one condition.”
    Gage’s brows rise to his hairline. “What’s that?”
    “Tell me why you call Nassa buttercup.” I pin him with a stare.
    Gage’s panty-dropping smile appears. “I’m not a kiss-and-tell kind of gentleman, love.”
    He pulls out a cigarette and his cell phone to call Marcus. My eyes meet Nassa’s in awkward curiosity. She swallows hard while watching Gage’s back retreat into the hallway.
    “I may have been in an altered state of vodka induced consciousness,” she defends.
    I bite my lip, trying not to laugh. “Oh. My. God. You totally slept with him!”
    “It was one time.” She shifts uncomfortably, causing Noir to squawk.
    Her agitation triggers an unstoppable laughing fit to fall out of me.
    Nassa rolls her eyes and walks past me to the doorway. “He has a nice ass.”
    Her admission causes me to laugh harder.
     
    ***
    I fidget in the back seat of the black SUV. It’s night and the tinted windows make it difficult to see outside as we drive to Marcus’s building. The leader of the Manhattan clan of gargoyles lives in the historic Ansonia building on the upper west side.
    Gage pulls into an expansive, well-lit underground garage. Once parked, my nerves sky rocket. The last time I saw Marcus was in London at the summit that Keegan, Asher’s older brother, organized to discuss war preparation with the other realms.
    During the high-level meeting, we learned Marcus’s second in command, and an old friend of the London clan, Morgana, was working with the Declan clan. She assisted Deacon’s mate, Jade, by setting me up in an attempt to turn me over to Lucifer.
    In the end, it was Morgana’s life that was taken that day. Before she turned to stone, the beautiful gargoyle mouthed the identity of the real traitor to me. A name I’m harboring from everyone until Michael confirms its validity. My breath hitches as I think of how this