belonged to her,
though they were divided by the
plane between life and death.
Lucifer wasn’t in the habit of calling
her into His presence to notify her
personally of arrivals, but His
reasons became clear when He gave
a name to the connection between her
and the mortal who looked like a
blond Norse god.
You feel this way for him because he
is your soul mate. You will feel him
the moment he enters our world,
which is why I am telling you he is
coming. He is a difficult case. The
best thing for him is Hell. I will let the fires and torments purify his
soul, erase all that he is. Then he
can begin his life cycles over again
from the beginning, as it must be
with those who have gotten so lost.
Her response to that hadn’t been a
conscious decision. Her heart
screaming in protest at the idea, she
opened her mouth before she even
knew herself what she was going to
say.
I can redeem him. I know I can do it.
Let me do my job.
Dona closed her eyes, remembering
the conversation. “I’ll do my job,”
she said.
“That’s what concerns me.” She felt
His heat as He bent over her, His
voice a quiet rumble. “Even when
you lived as a mortal years ago, you
sought this man, though your
conscious mind didn’t know it. Your
fetish clubs considered you
somewhat of a dangerous Mistress
because you pushed your submissives
so hard. You were
practicing. Waiting for him.
Anticipating his need. The true bad
boy, the one so far gone down the
dark path you’d have to risk your
own soul to bring him back. I
shouldn’t have been swayed by your
desire.”
“You knew there was a chance I
could do it, my Lord. Else you
wouldn’t have permitted it.”
There was a significant pause. The
pressure in the room increased,
sending a surge of terror through her.
Why had she not guarded her tongue?
She was not concerned for herself,
but for Nathan. She had to finish. Had
to succeed.
“I can’t let him go to Hell without
trying my best, my Lord. If I let him
go to save myself anguish, I’ve
sentenced him without a fair trial.”
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“Dona, you do not sentence souls. I
do. If I send him into Hell, it is
because his soul deserves
purification—”
“I am sentencing him, if I let him go that way. I can’t—”
His voice cut across hers. “Whether
or not he can be redeemed is
irrelevant. You believe he can be
because there is no other choice for a
soul mate. You have faith in him,
even when he is undeserving of it.”
“My lord, I have the objectivity to do
this. When I saw him at The Zone,
when I was there at your bidding, I
never touched him. Never
approached him.”
“I don’t know if that makes you the
most disciplined minion I have, or
the loneliest.” Before she could say
anything further, He reached down
and touched her.
The sulfur, the fire and all the
trappings just vanished. It was only
her soul, tired and afraid, surrounded
by the warmth and power of His
essence, the white light of divinity
that connected Him to the All moving
around her, embracing her, giving her
His pity and forgiveness. She felt the
irresistible tug of it, the screaming
desire it created to go to the Hall of
Souls, the privilege she’d earned but
could not face. Hell could cleanse a
woman’s soul, but it couldn’t heal the
fears of a shattered heart, no matter
how many years had passed.
The touch gave her something else
she didn’t want. It forced her to
experience her connection to Nathan
in its full power, a link she’d only
been able to face in small, controlled
pieces on her own. The energy rolled
over her and tore her shields away,
letting her feel her soul mate’s
proximity, every touch she’d shared
with him, hear every word he’d
uttered. It was like having her skin
ripped away a strip at a time. In his
presence she felt alive, passionate.
She wasn’t lonely. She hadn’t felt
that way in so long.
Hadn’t wanted to feel