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His wings are out. Not fully spread, but close enough that white feathers fill half the space behind him, every one of them pulled tight. Gold burns beneath his skin, brighter than I’ve seen it since the cavern.

He’s staring at the concrete.

I follow his gaze, and light is bleeding through the floor.

A thin white-gold line cuts across the concrete between the bikes, too bright to look at directly. It crawls another inch while I watch, then branches, carving something into the floor from underneath.

Sentinel takes a step back.

I’ve watched this bastard face Hell without moving.

Whatever is coming through that floor just made an angel back up.

“Sentinel?”

His wings pull tighter. “They found me.”

I move closer, my hellfire already warming beneath my skin. “Who?”

As the light beneath us flares, Sentinel finally looks at me, killing whatever I’m about to say before it gets out.

“Heaven.” The word has barely left his mouth when the lines beneath our feet blaze white.

I stare at him. “You’re scared of Heaven?”

His eyes flick to mine. “I’m scared of who they’re sending.”

Something tightens in my chest. “Who?”

Sentinel looks back at the symbol burning itself into our floor. “The tribunal.”

“And that is?”

“The last group of angels you ever want deciding whether you’ve broken Heaven’s laws.”

I glance down as the symbol finishes burning itself into our garage floor. “I’m guessing they are not dropping by to congratulate us?”

A dry laugh leaves him. “Tribunals don’t congratulate anyone.”

“So, what do they want?”

His eyes stay on the symbol. “Me.”

Hellfire stirs beneath my skin. “For what?”

“For what happened in that clearing. What happened again at the cavern.” He finally looks at me. “Hell isn’t the only realm that felt us put those powers together, Carnage.”

“We sealed a fucking doorway.”

“With Grace fused to hellfire.”

I throw my hands to the side. “And saved a shitload of lives doing it.”

He shrugs. “You think that matters to Heaven?”

I stare at him.

Apparently not.