MALCOLM
"f**k!" Abaddon yelled. The flames surrounding him took on a blue hue, for so intense was his rage.
"What is it, my lord?" I asked.
He planted his bottomless, black eyes on me. "Your little bastard," he hissed. He had no trouble telling me the truth, convinced as he was that I was a loyal, devoted servant. "She took the dagger. The only weapon that can kill me."
I tried as hard as I could to keep a deadpan face, but inside, I was screaming with joy and pride. Somehow, Caroline had found a way to kill that monster and gotten the weapon. My wolf howled with delight.
If anyone can retrieve an infernal weapon, it's my Care.
"I see," I replied. "What do you want me to do about it?"
Not that I hadn't decided already. Or put a plan in motion.
Abaddon narrowed his eyes. "Find
