Are we talking hell hounds and flames here?” Des asked, pacing at the end of our beds.I repeated the question and gave a heaving sigh of relief when Jameson said I had the wrong idea.”He’s...

My heart battered against my ribs, my breath stalled and I gazed up into his laughing, smiling eyes…eyes that suddently glowed crimson and cruel.

I didn’t want to go to hell, but even the idea of reclaining my halo scared me because it would mean leaving Aly.

We could use all the blessings we could get. The impact of what we were about to do hit me like an anvil on Wile E. Coyote’s head. We were heading out to stop Satan’s...