THEY HAD ONLY WATCHED one and a half of the four games in the CONCACAF qualifiers when Charouth returned. Lucifer saw the flash of purple land next to her and relaxed. Onomata was here. Now came the hard part.
“I told you she'd be back,” Luc said, putting the game on pause.
“Two hours is too long for her to be unsupervised.”
“Leave her alone, Az. She's Fallen, not a feral dog. You need to let her stretch her wings a bit.”
“Got two words for ya. Javits. Center.”
“That was last year. You gotta let up on her, or you'll lose her.”
“Mind your business, Luc. You don't know us.”
“Don't say I didn't warn you.” Lucifer turned his attention from Azazel to the angel coming through the sliding glass door. Onomata was a young one. Reaching Elite status at such a tender age was quite the coup. An
