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How dare you bring the gates of Hell to my feet with your blasphemous witch magic?”
“ Mr. Goodwin,” I said to the reverend I’d met on the plane hours earlier. “It appears you are a messenger of God after all, in the form of an angel.”
“ Jesus,” Kane whispered from behind me.
My thoughts exactly.
 

Chapter 7
     
“ Jonathon,” Lailah said, her voice thick with disdain. “To what does the wondrous state of Louisiana owe the pleasure? Here to condemn us all to Hell again?”
“ You know him?” I whispered.
Later , she scolded me through our connection.
I glanced in her direction, but her eyes stayed glued on Goodwin.
“ Now, Lailah,” he drawled. His entire demeanor shifted as the tension and anger vanished from his face. Candlelight glowed around him, bouncing off his sun-kissed bronze skin. “My only mission in life is to save souls. Looks like God has a new assignment for me.”
“ And who exactly do you think should be the unfortunate recipient of your attentions?” She raised her chin and crossed her arms over her chest.
Reverend Goodwin kept his intense gaze trained on her as he moved across the circle. Lailah took a step back.
When he didn’t stop, she put her palm out, holding him at arm’s length. “That’s close enough.”
A flash of amused determination flickered in his energy. “We’ll see.”
The rest of the coven started to clump together, whispering quietly among themselves as Kane and Kat walked up behind me. Philip moved off to the side, silently watching the exchange between Lailah and Goodwin.
I cleared my throat, ready to come to Lailah’s defense, but Kane wrapped an arm around me and shook his head. What did he know that I didn’t?
“ Your assignment?” Lailah persisted.
A slow grin spread over his perfect features. “You, of course.”
She scoffed. “Back off, Goodwin. I don’t need to be saved. If I did, you’d be the last person I’d ask for help.”
His grin vanished and his face hardened. “You’ve made that perfectly clear on previous occasions. Your refusal doesn’t change the fact that you and your coven of magic abusers summoned me here. You know how this works. Everything for a reason. I’m sure my orders will be waiting for me back at the hotel.”
Lailah’s thoughts burst into my mind as if a dam had broken. Egotistical, useless, good-for-nothing piece of angel turd. What did I ever do to deserve this? How could I have ever thought he was my mate?
I stifled a gasp. Your mate?
Get out of my head, Jade! She turned her icy blue eyes on me, anger and frustration consuming every inch of her aura.
Sorry , I mouthed and pressed closer to Kane. Her mate? I’d recently learned angels really did have soul mates, and once found, they were bound together for eternity. I glanced at Goodwin and shuddered. How awful to be connected with someone so…dogmatic.
I think the words you’re looking for are ‘judgmental and intolerant.’
Now who’s in whose head? I pulled away from Kane and joined the uneasy members of my coven. We were all still a little wary since battling a demon.
Joel, the young male witch Rosalee spoke with earlier, shifted from foot to foot, twisting his hands. I lightly touched his arm and pushed a tiny bit of calm in his direction. It wasn’t an energy transfer. More like a suggestion.
Instantly he stopped fidgeting. Hmm, easily controlled, that one. I’d have to keep an eye on him in sticky situations. “Don’t worry. This seems like personal business between the two of them. I’m certain Lailah’s soul isn’t in danger.”
“ You sure?” Joel glanced in her direction, his worried eyes resembling a lost puppy.
Stifling the urge to pat him on the head, I nodded. An angel’s main job was to protect souls from danger. I’d been under the impression their mission was human souls, but Lailah had been through a terrible ordeal. It wasn’t totally inconceivable an order would come down from the angel council to protect one of their