THIRD PERSON’S POV
“Your time is almost due, Alastair,” Azazel’s deep voice rang through the empty room, his clenched jaw and frustrated expression a sure sign that he means something far more than just a friendly reminder.
Alastair just dismissed him with a wave and chuckled. “What the hell are you talking about? No time is due, I still have a few good months left.”
“Months?! You speak of months, Alastair?”
“Well, are you deaf? I just told you, didn’t I?”
He pushed the table in between them, the shrill sound of metallic legs against polished marble floors echoing through Alastair’s skull like a broken stereo on repeat. “Alastair, you’re one of the best hunter in Hell. If there is anyone out there who can find Lucifer in just a matter of minutes, it is you!”
“Well, surprise, surprise
