I grabbed on to the railing for support and wished I was wearing something more substantial like a heavy coat or something. Everything was cold here: the stone hallways, the floor beneath my feet, the sharp biting breeze across the balcony. I brushed my hair back from my face and watched the door Asheroth had disappeared into. I couldn’t see anything, not even a light. I tried to ignore the feeling of apprehension that clawed its way up the back of my neck. What if Jack wasn’t there at all? What if he’d switched rooms, or was training with the other Nephilim? Or worst of all, what if Belial had him again? I remembered the time he’d come to my apartment, his back shredded by a Hellhound. No. I wouldn’t think that way. Asheroth would find him. He had to. I had come because we needed Jack to fight both the Light and the Dark, but standing there surrounded by a demon’s wasteland, I realized he was more than a human weapon to me. I was also there because I wanted him back.
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