CHAPTER FIFTEENKISSERA STOOD IN ZAREK's underground bunker adjusting a thigh holster that held half a dozen throwing knives. On her hip, a pair of sai daggers. She'd been last to arrive. Reading the directions a dozen times didn't stop her from spending the first leg of the trip in terror, but somehow she mapped a route to the proper location without dying.
“Everybody ready?” Lucifer looked at each of them, nodding with approval.
“Ready as we're gonna be.” Azazel was far from thrilled. In fact, he seemed to have adopted his girlfriend's same resting b***h face.
They made a pretty impressive group of badassery. Azazel wore a bandolier of shotgun shells. On his back, a double-barreled shotgun. Charouth carried a silver-plated pistol on each hip. Their weaponry looked human, but was engrav
