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With an OverDrive account, you can save your favorite libraries for at-a-glance information about availability. Find out more about OverDrive accounts. In this final installment of the thrilling, edgy Personal Demons series, the battle between Heaven and Hell has become critical, and Frannie Cavanaugh is right at the center of it. With the help of the powerful angel Gabe and demon-turned-mortal Luc, Frannie has been able to stay one step ahead of the forces of Hell. But when the demons killed Frannie's best friend and destroyed her brother, they raised the stakes. If Frannie wants to keep her family and friends safe, she knows she has no choice but to go on the run.

Divine Intervention BlindingRadiance Last Rite The pain in my head starts to soften as the image becomes clearer. White clouds, blue sky. Lightning in my veins. Consuming me. I breathe back the nausea … burning alive … and force the image out ofmyhead. I glance sideways at Gabe, whose eyes flit between the narrow dirt road in front ofus and the rearview mirror.

When I turn to look over my shoulder at our demonic tail, I see Luc, in the backseat. When he does, he presses his hand to the bloody bandage over his left forearmand lowers his eyes. My stomach knots and I wonder again what happened in the park with Lilith.

He went after her. Did he kill her? She would have transferred her soulinto his body and takencontrolifhe had. I look at himmore closely. I knowinmygut that this is Luc. No Lilith. Not anymore. Inmyroom, whenI asked himifhe was comingwithus—told himI wanted himto—he said no. But Gabe made himcome. He said it was too much of a risk to leave Luc behind.

When Luc still refused, Gabe lifted a hand, white lightning cracking over his skin. For a second I reallythought Luc was goingto let Gabe kill him. But, finally, he moved away from the window and pushed past bothGabe and me without ever lookingat either ofus. Gabe speeds up, fishtailing on the dirt road. I close my eyes and breathe away the knot of panic in my chest. My heart leaps into my throat as my eyes snap open to a chest. My heart leaps into my throat as my eyes snap open to a flash of red, and I jerk them toward the road in time to see a blast of Hellfire streaking toward us.

I duck and throw my arms over my head as the windshield explodes in a shower of glass. Gabe floors it as I lift my head, but the demon in the road vanishes just as we rev through the spot where he was standing.

At the sight ofhimI feelsuddenlycold. At the memory of what he did to her my stomach lurches. I bite my lip and wrap my arms around myself, pushing the image away. Gabe shoots a look in the rearview mirror at Luc. He and Luc bound fromthe car. In front ofus, a microscopic jet sits on a long, narrow runway next to anold woodenbarn. Luc rips mydoor openand I see he has my duffel bag in one hand. He yanks me from the car with the other as Gabe repeatedly launches bolts of white-hot lightningtoward some unseentarget inthe dark ofthe trees lining the tarmac.

As Luc herds me toward the plane, I notice lightning shooting fromthat direction into the woods as well. Blasts of red Hellfire erupt all around us, leaving shallow craters in the pavement. The air crackles as a red streak scorches past my pavement. The air crackles as a red streak scorches past my head, and the smell of singed hair and brimstone is suddenly heavy in the damp night air.

I swat at the small flame that erupts in my hair as something thuds heavily behind me. I turn to see Luc on his hands and knees. Adrenaline hammers through my ears, louder than the boom of exploding Hellfire all around, but all I care about is Luc.

I pullhimfromthe ground. Luc starts to reach for my bag, but I push him toward the plane. We bolt for the plane and I push himup the stairs in front of me. He lands hard in the backseat with a wince, and I throw myselfinto the seat next to him.

Gabe appears in the seat in front ofus. He pulls the door shut and settles inat the controls. He turns and raises his eyebrows at me, almost apologetically. Red and white light flashes outside, illuminatingthe night skyin bursts, like Fourth of July fireworks.

I look out the window at a glowing form in the dark: She stands next to the plane, launching bolts into the woods. Trees on the edge of the airstrip detonate in a shower of sparks as her white lightning strikes, and the returningred streaks are sporadic and poorlyplaced.

As I watch, the girl spreads her wings and takes flight, moving with us along the airstrip. Marc chases us out onto the runway, throwing red flashes after us. Rhen stands in the smoke and shadows at the edge ofthe trees, arms crossed, watchingas we rocket away. He wants me to make himmortal.

He thinks it will help somehowwithhis uprisingagainst Lucifer. It feels like the earth belches us straight up into the air, leaving mystomachbehind.

The ground falls awayat analarmingrate. Red electricity skitters over every metal surface, and our tiny bird lurches sharplybefore everythinggoes dark.

The sensation of falling is sickening, like the initial drop of a roller coaster, leaving my stalled heart stuck firmlyinmymouth. In the dark, I see Gabe begin to glow and realize his hands are no longer on the controls. I turnmyhead and myheart lurches again when our eyes connect. I glance forward and see he has one hand back on the controls.

With the other, he reaches forward and flicks a switch. The plane lurches to the side, throwing me against Luc. I want to reach up and touch him, stroke his face and tell himI love him, but my hands are plastered to my sides, heavy as anvils.

Desperation sucks at my aching chest. Myheart strains against the force ofthe fall—against the force of the memories. Only then does he close his eyes, his face pinching in a pained grimace. The falling sensation stops, and I glance forward to see Gabe pulling up on the controls.

His glow fades and the control panel lights flicker then illuminate as power returns. Once we start climbing again, Gabe flashes an anxious glance over his shoulder. Finally, we level out and I chance a sideways glance at Luc, pressed against myside inthe backseat.

His jawclenches and he stares straight ahead. He holds my gaze for an instant, then gives in, raising his arm so I can get a closer look. The singed edges of his T-shirt are already starting to stick to the wound.

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I carefully peel the fabric back and lift it to expose the burned area, and mybreathcatches when I notice the souvenirs of his latest trip to Hell. Marc chases us out onto the runway, throwing red flashes after us. Rhen stands in the smoke and shadows at the edge ofthe trees, arms crossed, watchingas we rocket away. He wants me to make himmortal. He thinks it will help somehowwithhis uprisingagainst Lucifer.

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It feels like the earth belches us straight up into the air, leaving mystomachbehind. The ground falls awayat analarmingrate. Red electricity skitters over every metal surface, and our tiny bird lurches sharplybefore everythinggoes dark. The sensation of falling is sickening, like the initial drop of a roller coaster, leaving my stalled heart stuck firmlyinmymouth.

In the dark, I see Gabe begin to glow and realize his hands are no longer on the controls. I turnmyhead and myheart lurches again when our eyes connect. I glance forward and see he has one hand back on the controls. With the other, he reaches forward and flicks a switch. The plane lurches to the side, throwing me against Luc.

I want to reach up and touch him, stroke his face and tell himI love him, but my hands are plastered to my sides, heavy as anvils. Desperation sucks at my aching chest. Myheart strains against the force ofthe fall—against the force of the memories.

Only then does he close his eyes, his face pinching in a pained grimace. The falling sensation stops, and I glance forward to see Gabe pulling up on the controls.

His glow fades and the control panel lights flicker then illuminate as power returns. Once we start climbing again, Gabe flashes an anxious glance over his shoulder.

Finally, we level out and I chance a sideways glance at Luc, pressed against myside inthe backseat. His jawclenches and he stares straight ahead. He holds my gaze for an instant, then gives in, raising his arm so I can get a closer look. The singed edges of his T-shirt are already starting to stick to the wound. I carefully peel the fabric back and lift it to expose the burned area, and mybreathcatches when I notice the souvenirs of his latest trip to Hell.

Smooth pinkishscars stillcover most ofhis chest and back. He was human and tagged for Heaven. I breathe the tears away. I runmyfinger gentlyaround the peripheryofthe red patchon his side and he shivers as goose bumps pebble the flesh under my finger.

His skin is hot, and the center of the burn is dark red and alreadystartingto ooze clear fluid. Myheart crumbles as I pushback into myseat, staringout the window, and I find myself fighting tears again.

I glance at Gabe, then lean my forehead on the window and let myself zone out. I feel all the adrenaline that had been fueling me during the escape run out into a puddle on the floor, leaving me empty and exhausted.

The plane is tossed again and my stomach protests. I take it from him and pull it open. I look at mine. The smile is fake, just like the name. It also says my eighteenth birthday was on April Mybest friend.

The weeks since Lilith killed her are just a jumble of random memories—nothing but a blur—ending with Gabe whisking Luc and me to the airport.

I lean against the window again and concentrate on breathing. It churns with the thoughts whirringthroughmybrain. Something stirs inside me at the concern in his voice. But Rhen showed up. He told Luc he and some others wanted to start a rebellion against Lucifer … asked for our help. Then there was Lilith in the park, and everything went to Hell. I never said it. I never told himhowI feel.

He said it. Every memory leads me back to this place and how we got here—myendless list ofbad choices. Matt, Grandma, Taylor … evenLuc. Eachtime, I saw themdead before they died. The first time I saw myself dead, Luc and Gabe were able to save me.

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But this was more than a vision. More concrete. I felt myself floating, like air, without physicalform. Nothingbut light. I turn off the music and listen to the hum of the engine, white noise, as I stare out the window. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch movement—a black shape moving over the gray blanket of clouds below.

I close my eyes and focus on slowing the beat of my heart. I need my demonic powers. As a demon, not onlycanI protect Frannie, but I canblowthings up. Like Gabriel. When he shoved his lightning hand into my face tonight and told me I was coming with himand Frannie, I would have loved nothingmore thanto blast himinto oblivion.

I glare at the back of his head as Frannie leans into my side, pressing into the burn on my ribs. But the sting of her pressure there is nothingcompared to the stingofmyheart. Killing Lilith would have been a small gesture, but a significant one—a wayI could have helped instead of bringing Frannie constant pain.

I was going to do it. Angelique would be dead and my tag would reverse. Beinghumanis workingto mydistinct disadvantage. I know what she is.

What does He think she is? My heart thrums, achingwithmyfear for her—myneed for her—as I gaze down at her, so soft in my arms. She has strengthofspirit seldomseenina mortal, especially one this young. Her breathing is irregular, coming in fits and bursts as she fights the demons in her dreams. I fold her more tightly into my arms and pull her as close as I canwithout wakingher, needingto make this okayfor her. I kiss the top ofher head and try to ward off her demons the only way I can now— bysendingher allmystrength.

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