CHAPTER TWELVEAzazel was livid, the trip to London a waste. Oh, he had the right place. Someone got to the chamber before him and ransacked it. Who knew of the sweet treasures hidden in forgotten rooms under the British Museum? Only three. Himself, Lucifer, and Charouth. Two of them played for the same team. That left Charouth. How much did she see before the attack at Relics? Did Little Miss Perfect steal it? If so, that meant the archangels knew about the fake emblem. Bad news. Really f*****g bad news.
He emerged from a portal beneath the train station and veered left when most of the teeming throng of humanity went straight or right. His path took him to a seedy part of town where the natives made a point to be home by dark and didn’t call the cops no matter what hell broke loose outsi
