Zeev POV
We were so close I could smell her. My Heart, body and soul ached for Harlee. I groaned.
"Calm down. If we don't time this right, we'll never get another chance." Sands placed a restraining hand on my shoulder. I almost snapped at him, but bit back the instinct.
Two months. TWO MONTHS Harlee had been in this place. Hell only knew how long it had felt to her. It had taken us this long to organize a coup-get word back up to one of the other Princes that Samael was trying to swell his ranks with a Nephilim. It was a risky move, drawing attention to our son, but we had hopes that it would create a big enough distraction to get Samael out of our hair for a while so we could get to Harlee. He was always by her side, so if someone could just draw him out...
"Samael!!" Bell
