“Uh, hello? I want to leave now.” I brushed myself off and wandered back the way I’d come. Now I was dodging piles of books and shelves that had fallen like dominos.

There. In the distance, something was glowing. I scowled. I’d been lured in by glowing in the distance last time, and all I had for my troubles was a roaring headache and a sense that I’d fucked up on a grand scale.

I turned and let my gaze wander over the mess behind me. The path I’d just walked down was no longer there. I couldn’t get back unless I wanted to climb over bookcases and books. And the flames still bordered the library at every turn. Guess I was moving toward the shining light.

I hadn’t realized how far I’d walked. But this time, the light wasn’t a book. It was a portal. I pulled the amulet from my pocket. It glowed in the same silvery white color.

With a deep breath, I walked through the portal.

Strong arms grabbed me, pulling me to a hard chest. I panicked, pushing away, and they immediately released me. I was back in Samael’s tower, the kids nowhere to be seen.

“Holy shit, what did you do?”

The kids’ room was a mess. Someone had rampaged through it, and I was pretty sure it was the demon in front of me.

“You better fix this,” I said absently, focusing on Samael. He turned and strode away.

“What’s wrong, Samael?”

“What’s wrong? You opened the fucking prophecy, that’s what’s wrong.”

I went very still. “How do you know that?”

Samael was the picture of frustration as he whirled, baring his teeth. “Because I felt it. Every demon alive would have.”

I studied the man in front of me. I’d never seen him worked up like this before. Samael typically got cold, icy, and silent when he was pissed. This wasn’t anger… this was fear.

“Tell me,” I ordered.

He let out a low growl and my pulse increased. “Tell me.”

“You already know. You’re Nephilim. And you’re of Lucifer’s line. According to the most famous seer in all the worlds, you are the key to his undoing.”

“I don’t believe in prophecies.”

He laughed at that, but it was bitter. “Well, darling, they believe in you.”

I stared at him. “Who is my father?”

“Lucifer’s son.”

I swayed on my feet. Lucifer was my grandfather. The Lucifer. Samael held out a hand to steady me and I stumbled away from him.

Harriette had lied to me. No, she hadn’t lied exactly. She’d skirted the truth the way the fae always did.

“He was a high demon who was in the underking’s inner circle,” she’d told me.

“Where is he?”

“He disappeared before you were born.”

“I know that. Is he back in the underworld?”