Fallen Academy: Year Four (Fallen Academy #4)(50)

He spun on me with a wild look in his eye. “What happened to the girl who thought the prophecy was bullshit? Who said there was no way she was strong enough to kill the Devil himself?”

When Lincoln was hurting, he got angry. We had that in common.

“She grew up. She started to believe in herself.” I reached for him again, and this time he let me grab him. “You used to believe in me, before I believed in myself. What happened to that guy?” I asked my hubby.

He rubbed his face hard before looking at me with agony in his eyes. “I still believe in you, Brielle. I just fell madly in love with you and want a life with you, which is something he can take away.”

I shook my head. “I’m not going to let that happen. And I’m not going to let our future children grow up in a world where he hunts them.”

The moment things changed in him was clear, the agony in his face turned into fire at the mention of Lucy hunting our children.

“I have to stop him. I have to get Raksha out of there.”

Lincoln pulled me into his arms, crushing me against his chest. He was silent for a few minutes. “We’ll do it together,” he finally vowed.

I knew it killed him to say that, to let me go into the wolf’s den willingly. But the fact that he believed in me, believed I was capable of this, meant the world to me.

“Together,” I confirmed.



After a chat with Lincoln, I walked across campus and burst into Raphael’s office, where he was speaking heatedly with Michael. Unashamedly, I slammed Sera’s newly cleaned blade onto his desk, and crossed my arms.

“It’s a sickness. Everything Lucy does is a disease,” I told the archangel.

A grin tugged at his lips, and a look of pride lit up Michael’s face.

“She’s ready.” Raphael grinned at his brother.

Michael looked fierce, blue light flashing in his eyes. “We leave tomorrow night. I’ll assemble the army.”

Holy fuck. I was going into Hell to try and assassinate the Devil.

‘No big deal,’ Sera assured me.

At least one of us was confident.



That night, no one got any peace. It was like Lucifer knew what we were planning. He sent wave after wave of demons at our walls, trying to break our defenses. He was desperate, but so were we.

The end to this war was near. I just prayed we ended on top.





Twenty





What did you say to your mother when you thought it might be the last time you ever saw her?

I’d convinced Mikey to stay behind with her so she wouldn’t stand the chance of losing both of her children, and her new boyfriend in the same night. Now I was standing in the Fallen Academy parking lot, staring into her eyes, and I had no idea what to tell her.

“I love you so much, Brielle. You know that? You’re the best thing that ever happened to your father and me.”

“Gee, thanks,” Mikey croaked over her shoulder.

She waved off my brother. “So were you. But she came first.”

I pulled her in for a long hug, Mikey’s arms coming around me from behind, as we all held each other.

Nearly every single member of the Fallen Army, who wasn’t a Celestial, had been called to go to war in Hell—in my name. They all believed in me, or they at least believed in Michael, who commanded them and believed in me. Grace and her human demon hunters would stay behind with the other Celestials and defend the school, with Blake and Darren being left in charge. Now we were all saying goodbye to our loved ones… just in case.

When I finally pulled back, my mom was crying.

“Stop it, Mom. I’ll be back, I swear.”

She nodded. “In one piece?”

“Mostly.” I grinned.

We all laughed, trying to keep things lighthearted.

Today could be the day the Fallen War ended. The enormity of that was not lost on me.

Peering over, I noticed Raphael had no one to say goodbye to, while Michael said farewell to his wife and Emberly. Uriel and Gabriel spoke to their students from Paris’ Fallen Academy, and Raphael just stood there, looking lonely.

“Mom, go say goodbye to Raph. Just in case.” I nudged the small of her back as her eyes widened at my request.

They hadn’t made their love affair public yet. I’d seen them holding hands once, but as soon as they noticed me looking, they’d broken away. My guess was that the physical affection was new to Raphael and they were taking things slow, but if there was any time to kiss the man, it was now.

Awkwardly nodding, Mom gave me one last hug before turning, and walking boldly over to Raphael. She looked adorable in her knee-length floral print skirt, colorful ballet flats and a silk top. She’d been taking more care with her appearance lately. After my father died, she’d had only the twelve-hour working days in Demon City to look forward to, while raising three kids. Now she did yoga, took care of herself, and ate healthy. She was much more rested, relaxed and happy.

“Stay strong down there,” she offered shyly, looking up to meet Raphael’s eyes. He dwarfed her with his gigantic height.

Mikey and I pretended to be inspecting a map, that I’d had Shea draw up from the parts of Hell and Lucifer’s castle I remembered.

“Thank you, Kate. I’ll look after Brielle as if she were my own daughter.” His voice was filled with emotion, and while I tried not to eavesdrop, I just couldn’t help myself.