IRENE
"How many are we looking at?" Crowley asked me as we walking through the bushes towards where I had been kept hostage.
"There were three. Nasroque has probably been alerted of my escape by now, so he is probably out looking for me and won't have them there."
"Well, maybe we get lucky and bump into him instead."
I shot him a glance, "You call that lucky?"
"Well, yes. I'm sure the two of us together could take him."
I rolled my eyes, "I doubt that, Crowley. He's powerful."
"I am aware of that, demon, but he's still stoppable. We just haven't figured out his weak spot yet."
"I doubt he has a weak spot. He cares about nothing but himself and power."
Crowley caught my arm, halting my steps, "Why are you so blo0dy negative? There is always a weak spot, no matter who you are dealin
