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waist. I pressed into him, needing his comfort, but pulled back slightly when his skin nearly seared mine with his heat. I glanced up to see him gritting his teeth. “You’re hurt.”
    “I’ll be fine. Let’s go.”
    We hurried to the door. Anxiety gripped me. The angel stood just on the other side of it, and I was certain there would be an invisible barrier. If I was making wards, that was what I’d do. I reached out a tentative hand. Just as my fingers crossed the threshold, a sharp jolt of pain raced up my arm. I jerked my hand and winced.
    “It’s best if you jump through it quickly to get it over with.”
    Kane pulled away from me, cradling his hurt arm to his body.
    Dammit! Jumping through the spell was gonna hurt like a bitch.
    “Let’s go.” Kane gave me a small nudge, and I jumped. An invisible vise crushed me from all sides, and a cry got caught in my throat as I crossed the barrier into the hallway. I slammed into the opposite wall, trying my best to not crumple into a heap right there at the angel’s feet.
    Kane followed me, landing with much more ease and grace than I did. But the twist of his face told me it hadn’t been pleasant.
    “This way.” The angel took off down the hall without waiting for our response.
    Kane and I glanced at each other, then with a silent nod of agreement we followed.
    We rounded a corner and suddenly the world swirled and shifted, throwing us into a pixilated world of confusion, almost as if we were barreling through television static.
    My feet hit the earth, jarring me, and it took a moment to catch my breath. Kane crouched beside me, his dagger held out with his good arm, ready to battle.
    “There’s nothing here to attack you, Mr. Rouquette,” the angel said mildly.
    I glanced around. We were standing on the banks of the Mississippi, the French Quarter to the one side and the river to the other. Only there weren’t any people but us in sight. And the world was monotone. No life. No color. No energy. It was exactly like the void world Mati had been trapped in a few months back.
    “Why here?” I asked, accusation lacing my tone. Had we left one prison for another? Mati hadn’t been able to leave. I could’ve tried to jump back into our world right then, but I needed answers. Who was this angel, and why had he helped us?
    I took a moment to get a good look at him. He was tall, almost as tall as Kane at six foot two. But he was lanky, hadn’t yet grown into his frame. He had dark, almost black eyes and unruly hair that curled at the top of his ears. If he hadn’t been an angel, I might’ve mistaken him for a beach bum type.
    Kane slowly straightened and sent the angel a narrowed gaze.
    “Because the other angels can’t follow you here,” the angel said, answering my question.
    “And you can get here because…?” I asked.
    He shrugged. “It’s my gift. I can jump worlds. And ever since Chessandra’s sister stayed here, once she was freed, I’ve been able to jump in and out. I don’t know why. But it seemed the safest place to talk.”
    I crossed my arms over my chest. “About what?”
    The angel swept his gaze over us as if sizing us up. A nervous energy streamed from him, but if I hadn’t been an empath, I’d never have known. He appeared as calm and cool as could be standing there in the presence of a white witch and a demon hunter. I had to give him credit for that, considering either one of us could’ve likely taken him with one hand tied behind our backs.
    He took two steps and turned to face the mighty river. “If it’s known I’m helping you in any way, I’ll be punished to the highest degree. I need your word you’ll keep my confidence.”
    I opened my mouth to agree, but Kane said, “Not until you tell us who you are and why we should trust you.”
    The angel shifted, staring straight at Kane. “I’m the high angel’s assistant. I’m privy to a lot of information. Information I think you want. But unless I get a clear agreement