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“I won’t let that happen,” Emma swore. “You have to trust me. I believe in you. Honestly, you’re good. You are! They wouldn’t have delivered me to you if you weren’t worth saving.” Emma tried to touch more of his skin, warm him from the outside in.
Jason strained to keep his mind from spiraling downward. All I have is now. All I have is right now. That’s what I believe in.
Emma took a steadying breath. “That’ll have to do.”
She stepped away from him again, pacing just above the snow. Goodness flickered from her like a firefly’s glow.
I’m selfish. God, you went to Hell, and all I can think about is me. Tell me what I can do to help you.
“Heaven and Hell are changeable. Hell might be the best place to be right about now. If I was done instantly, if my wing disappeared right now, maybe I could get to God.” Emma reached over her shoulder and gave her glistening wing a hard yank. She yelped with pain.
“Wait! Emma, can you rip your own wing of f ? Stop.” Jason rushed to her and held her arms. If the wing was gone, so was she.
“What about me? Can you kill me? Surely I’ll go to Hell, and I can try to save God.” Jason tried to imagine himself saving the world, and his vision fell flat.
She shook her head and looked down. Jason had changed her outfit again. This time to an elaborate strapless gown. The shimmering fabric reached her ankles. She now wore impossibly high-heeled glass slippers.
Are you cold? I’ll fashion you a wrap.
“Glass slippers? Truly Jason, the way you see me makes me blush.” She clicked the heels together and smiled at him. “I’m not cold.”
Jason loved how the dress fluttered around her as she came near him. He held an arm out, and she offered him her hand. Jason twirled Emma so her skirt flared. She was a glorious dancer, as if he’d expect anything else.
“No, you wouldn’t go to Hell,” Emma said. “What did I tell you? Heaven isn’t safe right now.” She let him wrap her in his arms, dipping her to complete the impromptu dance. “I need to go, and I know what you have to do for me now.”
Anything, beautiful angel, anything.
“Someone very, very strong can rip an angel’s wing off. Someone who just promised me anything can hasten my trip to Hades.”
Jason forgot to pull her out of the dip. I can’t. I won’t. I will not do that .
“You can and you will. What if this is the whole reason you’re the kind of half-breed you are? What if you’re meant to help me save the world?” Emma put her hands on his chest, trying to smile.
Send you to the Devil? What’s he even like?
Emma rolled her eyes. “Satan makes Everett look like a boy scout.”
She was serious once more. This choice was up to him. He was the only one who could see her, the only one who could touch her.
“Jason, I’m positive Everett would never see this coming. You have to rip off my wing.”
Jason pulled her to standing, confused and angry. How could I possibly ruin someone so majestic? How can I protect you if you’re in Hell?
Emma ignored his questions. “We have to move — and fast.”
Do you have a plan?
“I’m going to have to trick the Devil to save God.” She bit her lip as if this was no more irksome than an unpaid parking ticket.
She held her small shoulders straight, and Jason almost believed they alone could carry the burden of rescuing the world.
Chapter 4
Ja son clenched his fists. This is a decision I can’t make at the drop of the hat.
He tried to picture holding her down to tear off her wing, and it was heartbreaking. He put his troubled eyes on her beautiful face. How can you ask me to hurt you?
She smiled. “Shh. Don’t be sad. It’s just you and me against the Devil and Everett. What’s scary about that?”
Jason put his hands to his temples and rubbed, trying to come up with a great excuse to keep her, a solution that made sense. I wish I could just stop everything for a minute and focus. Everything’s so
“I won’t let that happen,” Emma swore. “You have to trust me. I believe in you. Honestly, you’re good. You are! They wouldn’t have delivered me to you if you weren’t worth saving.” Emma tried to touch more of his skin, warm him from the outside in.
Jason strained to keep his mind from spiraling downward. All I have is now. All I have is right now. That’s what I believe in.
Emma took a steadying breath. “That’ll have to do.”
She stepped away from him again, pacing just above the snow. Goodness flickered from her like a firefly’s glow.
I’m selfish. God, you went to Hell, and all I can think about is me. Tell me what I can do to help you.
“Heaven and Hell are changeable. Hell might be the best place to be right about now. If I was done instantly, if my wing disappeared right now, maybe I could get to God.” Emma reached over her shoulder and gave her glistening wing a hard yank. She yelped with pain.
“Wait! Emma, can you rip your own wing of f ? Stop.” Jason rushed to her and held her arms. If the wing was gone, so was she.
“What about me? Can you kill me? Surely I’ll go to Hell, and I can try to save God.” Jason tried to imagine himself saving the world, and his vision fell flat.
She shook her head and looked down. Jason had changed her outfit again. This time to an elaborate strapless gown. The shimmering fabric reached her ankles. She now wore impossibly high-heeled glass slippers.
Are you cold? I’ll fashion you a wrap.
“Glass slippers? Truly Jason, the way you see me makes me blush.” She clicked the heels together and smiled at him. “I’m not cold.”
Jason loved how the dress fluttered around her as she came near him. He held an arm out, and she offered him her hand. Jason twirled Emma so her skirt flared. She was a glorious dancer, as if he’d expect anything else.
“No, you wouldn’t go to Hell,” Emma said. “What did I tell you? Heaven isn’t safe right now.” She let him wrap her in his arms, dipping her to complete the impromptu dance. “I need to go, and I know what you have to do for me now.”
Anything, beautiful angel, anything.
“Someone very, very strong can rip an angel’s wing off. Someone who just promised me anything can hasten my trip to Hades.”
Jason forgot to pull her out of the dip. I can’t. I won’t. I will not do that .
“You can and you will. What if this is the whole reason you’re the kind of half-breed you are? What if you’re meant to help me save the world?” Emma put her hands on his chest, trying to smile.
Send you to the Devil? What’s he even like?
Emma rolled her eyes. “Satan makes Everett look like a boy scout.”
She was serious once more. This choice was up to him. He was the only one who could see her, the only one who could touch her.
“Jason, I’m positive Everett would never see this coming. You have to rip off my wing.”
Jason pulled her to standing, confused and angry. How could I possibly ruin someone so majestic? How can I protect you if you’re in Hell?
Emma ignored his questions. “We have to move — and fast.”
Do you have a plan?
“I’m going to have to trick the Devil to save God.” She bit her lip as if this was no more irksome than an unpaid parking ticket.
She held her small shoulders straight, and Jason almost believed they alone could carry the burden of rescuing the world.
Chapter 4
Ja son clenched his fists. This is a decision I can’t make at the drop of the hat.
He tried to picture holding her down to tear off her wing, and it was heartbreaking. He put his troubled eyes on her beautiful face. How can you ask me to hurt you?
She smiled. “Shh. Don’t be sad. It’s just you and me against the Devil and Everett. What’s scary about that?”
Jason put his hands to his temples and rubbed, trying to come up with a great excuse to keep her, a solution that made sense. I wish I could just stop everything for a minute and focus. Everything’s so
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