“I had to know you could serve a purpose greater than yourself,” Death said to Rhyn.
He stared at her, certain he’d throttle her if Gabe didn’t eventually.
“But, that leaves us in a difficult position. There are four of you here. A contract was put out for two souls, and two souls were sent to my underworld. Unfortunately, they left before I could claim them. Which means, I need two souls to fulfill the contract.”
“I can’t believe you freed Katie,” Rhyn said. “Is this a trick?”
“I made you a promise, didn’t I?”
“You broke rules older than you,” Gabe said, moving to stand beside Rhyn. “Even you are not allowed to so without some sort of consequence.”
“I never should’ve interfered, Gabriel. I set things right. So what if I broke a Code or two to right things?” Death said with a shrug.
“You are sworn –“
“No time for a lovers' spat,” Rhyn interrupted. “Tell me what it’ll take for us to get the fuck out of here.”
Death turned her attention to him. “I told you. I need souls.”
“Easy. Mine,” Rhyn said.
“Not yours.”
“Mine is the most obvious choice.”
“I get to choose who I take, and I don’t want yours. Maybe the Immortal who issued the contract for two souls should step up,” Death said. “It would be a noble death for a good cause.”
“I don’t have time to track down whoever it was that crossed you,” Rhyn snapped. “Take mine, send everyone else back.”
“Even if I took yours, that’s one. Or do demons not know how to count?”
“Demons aren’t known for thinking,” Gabe said. “You’ve got a mate and child, Rhyn. Take mine.”
“It’s raining souls now,” Death said and pursed her lips. “I own you already, Gabe.”
“Youown me, but I’m not dead-dead,” he argued. “If I’m not mistaken, the souls of your assassins are more of a personal collection than an official one.”
“Minor details.”
“Mine,” Gabe said, stepping closer to her.
“Fine. That’s one,” she said. “Another soul, or I can still claim Katie or her child.”