First the death dealers attacking her, now Gabriel.
His attention fell again to the blood on her neck, caused when one of his death dealers attacked her.
"One of your death dealers attacked me," she told him.
My … spies report that you can't keep dealers and have no idea what's going on in the underworld.
The dealers are rebelling, and they've figured out a way to out me from my position.
She didn't recognize the two men before her, but they were dressed much like the two death dealers that tried to turn her over to Harmony in her old apartment.
One of the death dealers took Deidre's arm and waited.
Immortals and death-dealers battled the remaining demons at the warehouse-sized storage facility where the demons had been gathering the human dead.
Rather than taking souls and risking a run-in with him or his dealers, the demons snatched the dead or killed whomever they wanted and brought them here, where they'd have more time for soul extraction.
It was a new one, recently made by the Ancient Immortal that Gabriel hired to help, indicating another of his dealers had defected.
The five remaining death-dealers he brought with him were quickly extracting souls.
The thought of the Dark One reminded Gabriel that he lost three death-dealers to him in the course of a week, not to mention the deal Deidre made.
The dealers think we'll never get home, Landon supplied.
"Hey, boss," one of the dealers approached.
His death dealers were lined up along one side of the panhandle, waiting for the invasive mind check, where Gabriel went through their heads for signs of betrayal.
Both death dealers bowed their heads without hesitation.
The highest ranking of his death dealers to defect, Harmony had been Gabriel's lover for months and his second-in-command since he took over the underworld.
Landon, start taking accountability of dealers and compasses throughout the day.
Thousands of miles away, Gabriel was with one of his death dealers surveying the gruesome discovery.
Death-dealers operated off a sense of soul radar that pulled them like magnets to the lives that were on Death's list to be ended.
These were of demons gathering the souls of dead mortals while death-dealers missed the lives meant to be ended.
Satisfied someone got his humor when none of the death-dealers did, Gabe grew thoughtful.
The death-dealers were boring to talk to.
"How many of my dealers made it here?" he asked after a moment.
None of my dealers can either, if I can't be directly involved in her death.
"If the death-dealers give you any issues, talk to Harmony," Gabriel advised.
Within the week, the death-dealers stuck in the mortal realm could start collecting souls again.
He had no way of knowing how many the demons had claimed during the week his dealers had claimed none.
He left the Sanctuary to help his dealers consolidate the souls.
None of his dealers reported one missing, which left two options, neither of them good.
But there were no dealers with voices of ingratiating affability inviting customers to enter; there were no hawkers, nor the usual motley crowd of female purchasers--but only soldiers, in uniforms and overcoats though without muskets, entering the Bazaar empty-handed and silently making their way out through its passages with bundles.