Six
Once Darcy and Collin reached the Netherworld Division office on the outskirts of Charlotte, Collin wasn’t the least bit rested. His nap was riddled with nightmares of flames and death. It had been years since he’d had such dreams. He had no doubts that facing the angels who operated the Netherworld Division had everything to do with it.
“Rise and shine, bright eyes,” Darcy said, turning the car off. She stretched her arms and tossed her hair. “I hope this is quick. I am starving.”
Yawning, Collin realized it was late in the afternoon and they were now surrounded by a field that stretched for miles.
The Netherworld Division office was unassuming, as he was sure they wanted it to be. It looked more like an office park for salesmen than warriors from heaven. The one thing that set it
