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scattered right now.
His feelings for her were intense and quick, but she obviously loved someone else. Falling for this angel would only break his heart.
She squinted and tapped a finger on her lips. “I wonder…” She held her hands out and the snow came to her. She molded it with a few graceful swipes and soon held what looked like a sparkling white remote control, with diamonds in lieu of buttons. She smiled; apparently its appearance made her genuinely happy.
“Jason, I could be wrong, but Everett might not have control of my gifts as a Christmas Angel. They were gifts from God.” She looked closely at the remote she’d made.
“Well, you’ve taken me to the past, present, and future. What else is there? Either I have an enlightening moment, or you’ve failed.” Jason hated how the logic fell into place. Each coherent thought made her slip further into transparency.
Please, don’t leave. You feel like air to my soul. Please. God.
At the word “please,” she clarified. And the word “God” she shimmered again. Her eyes softened.
“I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. Well, I’m not wearing sleeves now, but if I were…”
Jason wrapped her in a soft, white trench coat. He took his time tying the knot at her waist. She had generous sleeves now, with plenty of room for as many tricks as she needed to keep her with him.
She chuckled. “You have all my bases covered, huh?” She walked closer to him, his intense eyes watching her every movement.
He shrugged, as if imagining her every comfort was nothing at all.
“Well, not all of the Christmas Angel’s tools, if you will, are publicized.” She tapped the remote with her other hand.
Jason raised an eyebrow. She held the remote up so he could see it. Despite its unusual construction and adornments, it looked like a simple TV controller.
She put her hand on his smooth jaw. “I have a pause button. We can think here, with privacy.” She twirled so her back was to him. “Hold me tight, half-breed.”
Jason complied, grabbing the knot on her trench coat. Her wing fluttered harmlessly. He put his mouth close to her ear, wishing he could whisper something meaningful, but he had no words that fit his dreams.
She held up the remote victoriously. “Suck on this, Everett, you panty-wearing little girl!”
She pressed the pause button as Jason laughed. He felt lighter, further away from the fate he’d glimpsed. He still held her when it happened, and it was such a shock he almost jumped. His heart beat quickly and steadily again, like it had when he was human. She laughed at his reaction, covering her mouth because she knew she was being rude.
The snow eclipsed the trees and the blue sky bleached away, leaving the travelers as the only color on a completely clean, white canvas.
You paused the whole world?
“I did. Well, you did. Your wish for more time to consider your options was granted.” She slid the remote into her pocket and turned so her mouth was dangerously close to his. “We’re here for a bit, but not for long. It’s like pausing live TV , sort of. Eventually, we’ll be snapped back to the present moment.”
She turned in his arms like a ballerina in a jewelry box. “Breathe, Jason. Take a breath.”
Jason looked at her like she was crazy but complied. Air rushed into his lungs, and he remembered how necessary the reflex had been when he was…human?
“You feel human, and so do I. Touch.” Emma opened her coat and took his hand. Her heart thumped against his palm. “But it’s kind of like a mirage. I wanted you to feel the relief of taking a deep breath as a human. Was it worth it?”
He could concentrate on nothing but her warm skin under his fingertips. Breathing her scent was suddenly not about evaluating prey, but about another sort of sustenance, flavored with her.
Yes. Absolutely.
“So, think. You can create here like you have with my outfits.”
The empty space was instantly black as night. The ground and
His feelings for her were intense and quick, but she obviously loved someone else. Falling for this angel would only break his heart.
She squinted and tapped a finger on her lips. “I wonder…” She held her hands out and the snow came to her. She molded it with a few graceful swipes and soon held what looked like a sparkling white remote control, with diamonds in lieu of buttons. She smiled; apparently its appearance made her genuinely happy.
“Jason, I could be wrong, but Everett might not have control of my gifts as a Christmas Angel. They were gifts from God.” She looked closely at the remote she’d made.
“Well, you’ve taken me to the past, present, and future. What else is there? Either I have an enlightening moment, or you’ve failed.” Jason hated how the logic fell into place. Each coherent thought made her slip further into transparency.
Please, don’t leave. You feel like air to my soul. Please. God.
At the word “please,” she clarified. And the word “God” she shimmered again. Her eyes softened.
“I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. Well, I’m not wearing sleeves now, but if I were…”
Jason wrapped her in a soft, white trench coat. He took his time tying the knot at her waist. She had generous sleeves now, with plenty of room for as many tricks as she needed to keep her with him.
She chuckled. “You have all my bases covered, huh?” She walked closer to him, his intense eyes watching her every movement.
He shrugged, as if imagining her every comfort was nothing at all.
“Well, not all of the Christmas Angel’s tools, if you will, are publicized.” She tapped the remote with her other hand.
Jason raised an eyebrow. She held the remote up so he could see it. Despite its unusual construction and adornments, it looked like a simple TV controller.
She put her hand on his smooth jaw. “I have a pause button. We can think here, with privacy.” She twirled so her back was to him. “Hold me tight, half-breed.”
Jason complied, grabbing the knot on her trench coat. Her wing fluttered harmlessly. He put his mouth close to her ear, wishing he could whisper something meaningful, but he had no words that fit his dreams.
She held up the remote victoriously. “Suck on this, Everett, you panty-wearing little girl!”
She pressed the pause button as Jason laughed. He felt lighter, further away from the fate he’d glimpsed. He still held her when it happened, and it was such a shock he almost jumped. His heart beat quickly and steadily again, like it had when he was human. She laughed at his reaction, covering her mouth because she knew she was being rude.
The snow eclipsed the trees and the blue sky bleached away, leaving the travelers as the only color on a completely clean, white canvas.
You paused the whole world?
“I did. Well, you did. Your wish for more time to consider your options was granted.” She slid the remote into her pocket and turned so her mouth was dangerously close to his. “We’re here for a bit, but not for long. It’s like pausing live TV , sort of. Eventually, we’ll be snapped back to the present moment.”
She turned in his arms like a ballerina in a jewelry box. “Breathe, Jason. Take a breath.”
Jason looked at her like she was crazy but complied. Air rushed into his lungs, and he remembered how necessary the reflex had been when he was…human?
“You feel human, and so do I. Touch.” Emma opened her coat and took his hand. Her heart thumped against his palm. “But it’s kind of like a mirage. I wanted you to feel the relief of taking a deep breath as a human. Was it worth it?”
He could concentrate on nothing but her warm skin under his fingertips. Breathing her scent was suddenly not about evaluating prey, but about another sort of sustenance, flavored with her.
Yes. Absolutely.
“So, think. You can create here like you have with my outfits.”
The empty space was instantly black as night. The ground and
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