“STOP BULLSHITTING. What did you find out about Charouth?” Azazel’s mind reeled over the bomb Zarek dropped.
“Last night I’m hanging out with a couple of Licata. We’re throwing back Malort. Somehow, we get to talking about the artifacts. That led to bitching about the archangels, which led to bitching about the Elites, which led to bitching about a certain Elite that kept showing his face in demon haunts.”
“Graph? That fucker spends way too much time in our space.”
“Nah, Graph’s cool. I’m talking about Douth.”
Azazel’s eyes widened. “What’s that motherfucker want?”
“Not what he wants, Az. It’s what he did.” Zarek finished his drink, then fidgeted with the empty glass. “ The Licata like to talk a lot when you get them drunk and...”
Azazel's patience had reached its limit. “The point,
