"No need. We've caught your friends. I'm going to personally render them dead-dead then come back for your head."
Gabriel's jaw clenched. It didn't seem possible that Rhyn would be taken alive, and he didn't know what damage the ogre might've inflicted on the handful of loyal death dealers that remained. His mate was safe, but he didn't know what had happened to human-Deidre, Andre, Darkyn, Rhyn …
"You have a plan, right?" the demon asked.
"Can you shapeshift?"
"Not without the portal to Hell being opened."
"That's not happening." Gabriel whirled his sword and took a step towards the death dealers inching closer. "The plan is to not get killed until I come up with a better one."
"This is a good plan."
Sensing the creature was mocking him, Gabriel glanced over. The demon appeared as sincere as a demon could, and it dawned on him there was probably a reason Jared routinely ended up in dungeons.
Figures I got the shittiest demon in Hell at my back.