If anyone breached the blood seal into the room where her most prized possession was, she’d find out in a heartbeat. It was how she had known the instant when Jim and his angel buddies had violated her space. How she’d saved her things.

Virgins were a pain the ass to find these days, though. With everyone having sex so much, what had once been a piece of cake to get was now becoming rarer and rarer. She never killed children; that was just wrong—it would be like someone taking one of her souls away from her. But try finding someone over eighteen who hadn’t been in the sack. You could be at it for days.

Long live the abstinence movement, was all she could say.

“Wait, building?” the therapist said. “You’re not staying in some building, are you?”

“Oh, no. I’m at a hotel for the time being. Work is taking me out of town. Up to Boston, actually.” Because it was time for the second battle with her nemesis.

And goddamn it, she was going to win this one.

“Devina, this is such good work.” The therapist clapped her hand on her knee and smiled. “You’re living apart from your things. You’ve made a breakthrough.”

Not really, considering that she could be anywhere in the blink of an eye.

“Now tell me, how’s work? I know last week was rough.”

Devina’s hand found her bag and she stroked the soft leather. “It’s going to get better. I’m going to make it better.”

“Your new coworker. How are things going with him? I know there’d been some initial friction.”

Friction? Yeah, you could say that.

She thought of her and Jim Heron in the parking lot of the Iron Mask, him buried deep inside of her, her riding him hard. In spite of the fact that she hated him with a passion, she wouldn’t mind a little more private time with him.

Devina straightened her spine. “He’s not going get the vice presidency. I don’t care what I have to do, but I’ve worked too long and hard to have some guy barge in and take what’s mine.”

Seven souls. Seven chances for good or evil to win. And the first one had gone to the other side. Three more went in favor of Jim Heron and she was not only out of a “job,” but the angels took over the Earth and each and every one of her souls were redeemed.

All her work for nothing: Her collections gone. Her army gone. Herself . . . gone.

She stared at her therapist. “I will not let him win.”

The woman nodded. “Do you have a plan?”

Devina patted her bag. “I do. I absolutely do.”