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yourself.”
For several seconds there was no response; then heat washed across my skin and the reaper appeared. He wasn’t what I’d expected – although I’m not entirely sure what I had been expecting.
I mean, he, like Azriel, was of medium height, with warm brown skin and mismatched blue eyes, but his hair was a rich honey color rather than black, and there was a multitude of scars crisscrossing his chest and well-muscled arms. Another scar stretched from just below his right temple to his chin. He also bore two swords rather than one.
What surprised me, though, was his expression. It was positively hostile.
“What do you wish?” His voice was cold. Unforgiving.
I eyed him warily. “Do you intend to intervene if I get into trouble?”
“I am here to keep you safe until the keys are found,” he said. “Nothing more, nothing less.”
Meaning, I suspected, that he would keep his distance and be totally unsociable. Azriel might have done the latter when he’d first appeared, but never the former. “What of Azriel?”
He crossed his arms. “We all bear the name of Azriel to those of flesh.”
Animosity practically oozed from his pores. Why? What in the hell was going on? “You know who I mean.”
“Perhaps I do. And perhaps it is none of your business.”
“But it is my business. I don’t —” … want my child growing up like I did – not knowing anything about his father . But I swallowed the words, not wanting to admit something that personal to a stranger – especially such a hostile one.
Besides, it was something I should have thought about before I’d banished Azriel – and it was yet another reason to call him back. I added, “I just want to know he’s okay.”
“He lives. Anything more you have no need nor right to know.”
The urge to smack this particular reaper was strong enough that I actually clenched my fists. But I very much suspected that would not be a good move. He was angry enough to stab me with his swords and claim provocation to higher powers. “Why the attitude, reaper? What the hell have I done to you?”
“What have you done?” He shook his head, as if in disbelief. “Duty is all to those of us who guard, and duty unfinished is a crime against all.”
Meaning my Azriel was in trouble. Serious trouble. My gut twisted at the thought, but even so, anger flared. “What of the way he failed me ? He forced me —”
I cut the rest of the sentence off. I was talking to air anyway. The reaper had disappeared.
“You could at least have the decency to hear me out, you bastard.”
The reaper no doubt heard, but he was unlikely to care one way or another. And to be honest, no amount of lashing out – whether verbally or physically – was going to make me feel any better.
Only getting Azriel back in my life was ever going to do that.
I swore again and stalked out of the building. Jak’s red Honda pulled up a heartbeat later, and I quickly climbed in.
He glanced at me as he pulled away from the curb. “You look like a woman with a problem.”
“Yeah, and it’s a universal one called men.”
He grinned. “May I point out that we males think much the same about you females?”
“When you’re not trying to get into our pants, you mean?”
His grin grew. “Even when we’re trying to get into them. So who’s trying to get into yours?”
I crossed my arms. “No one.”
“That is a problem, I agree.”
I snorted and whacked his arm. “That’s not what I’m annoyed about.”
“Then what’s upset you? You were fine when I left to get the car. What happened in the five minutes it took me to get back here? Did the wiring attack again?” He hesitated, his brief glance shrewd. “It’s to do with your reaper, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I banished him – justifiably, I might add – but I wish I hadn’t.”
“Then unbanish him.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?”
Why not indeed. I hesitated. “What he did – it was bad, and it’s
For several seconds there was no response; then heat washed across my skin and the reaper appeared. He wasn’t what I’d expected – although I’m not entirely sure what I had been expecting.
I mean, he, like Azriel, was of medium height, with warm brown skin and mismatched blue eyes, but his hair was a rich honey color rather than black, and there was a multitude of scars crisscrossing his chest and well-muscled arms. Another scar stretched from just below his right temple to his chin. He also bore two swords rather than one.
What surprised me, though, was his expression. It was positively hostile.
“What do you wish?” His voice was cold. Unforgiving.
I eyed him warily. “Do you intend to intervene if I get into trouble?”
“I am here to keep you safe until the keys are found,” he said. “Nothing more, nothing less.”
Meaning, I suspected, that he would keep his distance and be totally unsociable. Azriel might have done the latter when he’d first appeared, but never the former. “What of Azriel?”
He crossed his arms. “We all bear the name of Azriel to those of flesh.”
Animosity practically oozed from his pores. Why? What in the hell was going on? “You know who I mean.”
“Perhaps I do. And perhaps it is none of your business.”
“But it is my business. I don’t —” … want my child growing up like I did – not knowing anything about his father . But I swallowed the words, not wanting to admit something that personal to a stranger – especially such a hostile one.
Besides, it was something I should have thought about before I’d banished Azriel – and it was yet another reason to call him back. I added, “I just want to know he’s okay.”
“He lives. Anything more you have no need nor right to know.”
The urge to smack this particular reaper was strong enough that I actually clenched my fists. But I very much suspected that would not be a good move. He was angry enough to stab me with his swords and claim provocation to higher powers. “Why the attitude, reaper? What the hell have I done to you?”
“What have you done?” He shook his head, as if in disbelief. “Duty is all to those of us who guard, and duty unfinished is a crime against all.”
Meaning my Azriel was in trouble. Serious trouble. My gut twisted at the thought, but even so, anger flared. “What of the way he failed me ? He forced me —”
I cut the rest of the sentence off. I was talking to air anyway. The reaper had disappeared.
“You could at least have the decency to hear me out, you bastard.”
The reaper no doubt heard, but he was unlikely to care one way or another. And to be honest, no amount of lashing out – whether verbally or physically – was going to make me feel any better.
Only getting Azriel back in my life was ever going to do that.
I swore again and stalked out of the building. Jak’s red Honda pulled up a heartbeat later, and I quickly climbed in.
He glanced at me as he pulled away from the curb. “You look like a woman with a problem.”
“Yeah, and it’s a universal one called men.”
He grinned. “May I point out that we males think much the same about you females?”
“When you’re not trying to get into our pants, you mean?”
His grin grew. “Even when we’re trying to get into them. So who’s trying to get into yours?”
I crossed my arms. “No one.”
“That is a problem, I agree.”
I snorted and whacked his arm. “That’s not what I’m annoyed about.”
“Then what’s upset you? You were fine when I left to get the car. What happened in the five minutes it took me to get back here? Did the wiring attack again?” He hesitated, his brief glance shrewd. “It’s to do with your reaper, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. I banished him – justifiably, I might add – but I wish I hadn’t.”
“Then unbanish him.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Why not?”
Why not indeed. I hesitated. “What he did – it was bad, and it’s
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