“Report,” he barked. The fair-haired Archangel didn’t so much as blink at the peremptoriness. “Major flickers along the entire length, but it’s holding. For now.” “Was it down long enough to get a look at the other side?” “Word is still coming in, but so far we think in the neighborhood of ten thousand.” “Ten—” Michaela’s step hitched. He stopped and scowled. “That’s a fraction of their number. Where in bloody Hell are the other ninety?” “Nearly ten thousand are held in Limbo,” Gabriel offered. “That still puts them down eighty.” “Perhaps they’re just not all waiting along the Hellfire border,” Zachariel said. “We’re not keeping our entire force there, either.” “No, but we have a great deal more there than they have. Sam—” Azrael shot a quick look at Raphael, whose expression had gone stony, then continued.
