“I can see why Lucifer is so invested in you,” he said finally, when I didn’t answer his question. “A child born of two of his lines. You must be very precious to him.”

“I’m only precious to him as a breeding instrument,” I said. “Once the baby’s born, he couldn’t care less about me.”

“I don’t think that is true,” Nathaniel said.

“Then why won’t he answer my damned phone calls?” I said. “Why is it that he entangles me in an avalanche of problems and then disappears? His little parasite isn’t even talking to me now.”

“Hey, guys,” Beezle said, and his voice sounded far away.

I looked up and saw him perched on the rim of the hole. “You might want to come up here and see this,” he said.

I flew up to the forest level, Nathaniel behind me. Then I stopped. And stared.

The forest was gone. The grass, the trees, the moss, the rocks. Gone. So was Azazel’s mansion, every last stick of it. So were all of the demons and soldiers that had populated his army. Everything, for miles around, was gone. There wasn’t even ash to show that something had once stood there. It was like everything had disintegrated into molecular particles.

“Gods above and below,” I said. “It’s like a nuclear bomb went off here.”

“It did,” Beezle said grimly. “Azazel was old. Very, very old.”

“The other Grigori will not be pleased with you,” Nathaniel said.

“Please. He led a rebellion against Lucifer. Why should they care?”

“For the same reason the faeries cared that you killed Amarantha, even though most of them did not agree with her actions,” Nathaniel said. “Because Azazel was one of them, and you are not.”

“I don’t care,” I said, and heard the fierce joy in my voice. “I don’t care. Azazel deserved to die. I swore that he would, and I did it. If the Grigori want to come after me, then they can have a taste of what Azazel got.”

“The Grigori will fear you now,” Nathaniel said. “I’m sure that none of them suspected that you had such power inside you.”

“They’d better be afraid,” I said. “I’ve had enough of taking shit from them and everyone else. Titania, the Grigori, the Agency. All I’ve ever wanted is to live a quiet life, and they won’t let me.”

“What will you do?” Beezle said, looking worried.

“Whatever it takes,” I said.

We all stared at the bleak ruin that had once been Azazel’s shining court.

Beezle sighed. “Well, our work here is done. Maddy’s destroyed yet another building, so let’s portal it home.”

“Yeah,” I said, and my stomach growled. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d eaten something. “I think I want some doughnuts.”

“Oh, no,” Beezle said, looking alarmed. “Don’t tell me you’re going to get pregnancy cravings now and start eating all my doughnuts.”

“There’s no reason for you to eat a dozen doughnuts all by yourself,” I said.

“There’s every reason,” Beezle said. “I need to check all the flavors to make sure they’re still good.”

“Children,” Nathaniel said, and he opened a portal. “After you, my lady.”

I went through the portal, Beezle still shouting in my ear about the necessity of buying two boxes of doughnuts. I crashed into my back lawn with my usual grace, and stood up, dusting snow from my legs. It was getting dark now, the sun very low behind the city skyline.

And heard the slide of a semiautomatic handgun very close to my ear.

“Agent Black,” Bryson said. “You are under arrest for crimes against the Agency.”

“What crimes?” I asked, holding my hands up. I didn’t want to make any sudden movements with Bryson holding a weapon to my head.

Nathaniel came through the portal behind me. I heard the soft landing of his boots in the snow.

“Don’t come any closer!” Bryson shouted. “Or I will kill her where she stands.”

“Listen to him, Nathaniel,” I said.

Guns scared me. There was something so final about a bullet. Magic could be undone, as I’d shown with Azazel’s spell. But a bullet through the head couldn’t be taken back.

The house looked cold and silent. I assumed Jude and Samiel had taken the Agents somewhere to be tended. I wondered why they weren’t back yet, and what they had thought when Nathaniel and I hadn’t followed them through the portal.

“You can come with me quietly and cooperatively,” Bryson said, “or you can make a fuss and give me a great deal of pleasure.”

“I understand,” I said. And I did. It didn’t take a genius to realize it would give him a great deal of pleasure to end my days on this earth. “Nathaniel and Beezle, you stay here.”

“Your conspirators are also under arrest,” Bryson said. “We have already captured the wolf and the mute. Bennett was arrested hours ago.”

“You leave them out of this,” I said fiercely. “If the Agency has a gripe with me, that’s one thing. But you leave them out of this.”

“That is not for me to decide,” Bryson said. “The angel and the gargoyle come, too.”

“Little Agent,” Nathaniel said, and there was malice in his tone. “What makes you think I have to do anything you say?”