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nodded and walked his brother to the door, then closed it slowly before heading back to face Mike. He still hadn’t confessed everything about the past twenty-four hours. He’d even purposely kept them from the kitchen , where the demon taint still lingered heavily. Mike would smell it though, even rooms away. He was the strongest of them in all ways. Now Rafe faced his brother and leader and dreaded what would happen next.
“By all accounts she left of her own accord,” Mike said.
Rafe nodded and ran his hands down his face. “Yeah, I know. But why? She gave no hint she was even thinking of moving on. Hell , she just baked cookies yesterday.”
“Any left?”
Rafe growled but Mike shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, brother. She hasn’t warmed up to me and rarely looks my way, much less talks to me. If Isadora doesn’t know anything then there’s nothing to know. Maybe it was a last - minute decision.”
“It doesn’t make any sense. And most of her stuff is still here. All that’s missing is the backpack she takes everywhere and her baseball bat.”
“Baseball bat?”
“Yeah…don’t ask.”
Mike shook his head and leaned his elbows on his knees. Rafe looked on as the urge to tell him about Asta’s condition ate at him.
“And you’re sure she doesn’t have friends or family in Houston? Maybe she went to visit someone and forgot to tell you.”
Rafe ached in frustration. They’d been over all the possibilities for the past few hours. “As far as I know, she has no one. Not in Houston, not anywhere. Her mother died , and her father’s a demon. The only friends she makes hate her within a few days because of her demon taint. There’s no one but us.”
Mike nodded and stood. “All right. Where do you want to look? I’ll take one part of the city and you take another. If we don’t find her in the next twenty-four hours I’ll call in everyone else.”
Everyone else consisted of the three brothers who lived outside of Houston city limits. Camael was the closest, only an hour north in Huntsville. But Selaphiel lived in Austin , and Uriel called San Antonio home. They could fly to Rafe’s house in around thirty minutes.
Then there was Gabriel. Last time Mike checked, their long-lost brother was residing in Madrid with a house full of women. They’d discreetly kept tabs on him but no one had approached him yet. Gabriel had been struck mute by the Source of All Creation and could no longer speak or communicate telepathically. The absence of his voice remained a gaping hole in each of them, a painful reminder of what was lost. With no end to his silence in sight, they had decided to leave him to his situation for the moment in the hopes he’d found happiness. But it was anyone’s guess if he had or not.
And had Rafe found happiness with Asta in his house? Normally he’d shrug off the question as unimportant, but with her missing he felt as if part of him was dying a slow, painful death. The urge to find her beat along with his heart in a frantic tempo he couldn’t seem to tame. He yanked off his shirt and all but ran to the back door with Mike close behind.
“I’ll head north,” Rafe said. “I’m going to start in Conroe and work my way downtown.”
Mike pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto a nearby counter. “All right. I’ll start in Galveston and work my way north from there. Meet me at city hall.”
“Will do.”
They left the house and jumped into the air without another word. Rafe kept the lights outside the back of his house off in case any of his brothers decided to fly in. Both his and his neighbors’ properties included large backyards, so it was less likely anyone would see them from the house. However, the angels had the ability to blend in with the night sky, blinding humans to their presence as they flew above them. It was second nature to use that power every time they took flight.
Rafe headed north to Conroe, a small town that had grown
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