The Destroyer is Unleashed Apollyon [antikvár]

PROLOGUE From the Conclusion of Soul Harvest Rayford believed the only way to exonerate Amanda was to decode her files, but he also knew the risk. He would have to face whatever they revealed. Did he want the truth, regardless? The more he prayed about that, the more convinced he became that he must not fear the truth. What he learned would affect how he functioned for the rest of the Tribulation. If the woman who had shared his life had fooled him, whom could he trust? If he was that bad a judge of character, what good was he to the cause? Maddening doubts filled him, but he became obsessed with knowing. Either way, lover or har, wife or witch, he had to know. The morning before the start of the most talked-about mass meeting in the world, Rayford approached Carpa-thia in his office. "Your Excellency," he began, swallowing any vestige of pride, "I'm assuming you'll need Mac and me to get you to Israel tomorrow." "Talk to me about this, Captain Steele. They are meeting against my wishes, so I had planned not to sanction it with my presence." "But your promise of protection—"