Chapter Twenty-Three
Regal stretched his legs. It took a full week for his wounds to heal, but he was now back on his feet and ready to finish his mission. He had ten days to make Keir fall for lust. A piece of cake for a skilled incubus, but he wasn’t feeling as excited as he thought he should. His chest felt heavy with the guilt of knowing that he would be condemning Keir to Hell. His stomach twisted as his mind imagined the last of the angel’s gray feathers turning darker until they were as black as the ichor that would course through his veins.
“Stop thinking about it,” he mumbled to himself as he continued to stretch, shaking off the chills that consumed him. “You have to. You have no choice.” If he didn’t make Keir fall, the angel would make him ascend, and Regal would be the one r
