Lucifer shrugged. “Then it is, I suppose, your duty to keep your promise.”

“He’s your grandson. Why don’t you just call the Grigori off?”

He spread his arms wide. “Even I must cleave to the law if I am to maintain order.”

“That’s a load of bullshit,” I said. “I think you just want to see how it all plays out.”

Lucifer smiled like the Cheshire Cat.

“What are you doing delivering the message, anyway?” I asked angrily. “Don’t you have some toady to do it for you?”

“You killed my messenger,” Lucifer reminded me.

“I’m sure you’ve replaced him by now,” I said tightly.

“One can never replace a child,” Lucifer said, and there was a flash of real sorrow in his eyes.

I didn’t want to see that emotion, to know that I was responsible for it. Baraqiel had broken the rules of the kingdom, too, and he’d tried his damndest to kill me. “I told you before, I didn’t know he was your son.”

“And I asked you before, would that have made a difference?”

“No,” I said decisively. I wasn’t going to quibble or make excuses.

Lucifer gave me his enigmatic smile again. “The court will convene two days hence at noon in the home of Azazel. I trust you know how to get there.”

“I think I can figure it out,” I said.

“I wonder. Your father tells me he has seen little of you since your visit to Amarantha’s court.”

I was not going to get drawn into a conversation with Lucifer about my duty to my father. It would have given me great pleasure to never see Azazel again, but no matter how hard I tried to avoid him it seemed I was always drawn back into his orbit. I was certain the location of Samiel’s trial was not a coincidence.

“Is there anything else you wanted?” I said.

“Have I managed to ruin your day?” Lucifer asked.

I said nothing, and Lucifer laughed.

“I will see you in two days’ time, then,” he said. He looked at Gabriel, who bowed low again. “I think you should attend the court as well, thrall.”

I narrowed my eyes at Lucifer. “What for? And don’t call him that.”

“The Grigori respect strength,” Lucifer said. “And I will remind you, Madeline, that in my kingdom I will do as I wish. If you desire something different, you may remember my offer to you when last we spoke.”

I remembered his offer—his offer to be his right hand, to be the heir to his kingdom. He’d dangled Gabriel’s freedom in front of me in exchange.

“And you may remember my answer,” I said.

“Things change,” Lucifer said. “And I have all the time in the world.”

His wings spread out, and he took flight. I watched him until he was gone.

When I turned to Gabriel, I found that he was gone, too.

I stood alone in the dark, and watched the stars winking above me, and thought I heard the echo of Lucifer’s laughter in my ears.

I hardly remembered climbing the stairs and making it to my bedroom. I fell asleep immediately and woke the next morning to blazing sunshine in my face and a crabby gargoyle pressing his beak to my nose.

“Are you going to get up and feed me or what?”

I pushed him away from my face and he fluttered into the air. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, feeling like I hadn’t slept at all.

“Are your hands broken? You’re more than capable of feeding yourself.”

“You promised me cinnamon rolls, and no cinnamon rolls have appeared.”

“I did not.”

He pressed one claw to his chin like he was thinking. “I seem to recall discussing cinnamon rolls in exchange for information.”

“And I seem to recall telling you that if you didn’t tell me what you knew, I would get rid of all your cheese puffs,” I said, swinging my feet to the ground. I glanced at the clock. It was eleven a.m., and I knew that I had a pickup sometime today, but I’d forgotten exactly when it was supposed to be in the insanity of yesterday.

Most of my life had been defined by my duties as an Agent, but lately it seemed like tending to the souls of the dead was at the bottom of my priority list. Now I spent most of my time trying not to become a dead soul myself.

“C’mon, you know you want a cinnamon roll,” Beezle whined.

I stood up, stretched and realized I’d slept in my clothes from the day before. There was probably rock dust all over my sheets.

“I don’t have time to make a junk-food run for you today, Beezle,” I said, going into the closet to change into my robe. I needed a shower.

“Why? What do you have to do that’s so important?”

I stuck my head out and glared at him. “Oh, gee, I don’t know. I have to find Wade. I have to figure out what’s causing the ghost problem. I’ve got some fences to mend with Gabriel and, oh, yeah, Lucifer showed up last night to tell me that Samiel’s trial is tomorrow.”

Beezle looked alarmed. “What? Why didn’t you tell me last night?”

“Why?” I asked. “What’s the problem?”

“You don’t think that the Grigori are just going to let you saunter into court with Samiel tomorrow, do you?”

Beezle sped out of the room. I hurriedly pulled my robe on and followed him. Beezle was right. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it. To the Grigori, Samiel was a criminal, and he would be treated as such.