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took their swords and placed them in their cases. They drank their beers in silence; Shade’s mind was chaotic, his thoughts convoluted with images of Lily’s green eyes, soft curves, blue dust, and the war that could come if he couldn’t find the answers they desired.
Shade took another drink, the brew sliding down his throat, quenching his thirst. “Did you find anything out about the storm or that odd feeling you had about the origins of the dust?”
Ambrose shook his head then took the last gulp of his beer. “I’m still searching on the lines of your dust issue. Something is not right about this. As for the storm, I don’t think it was a normal storm by any means. The electrical currents were too high and not the kind created in a normal weather storm. I believe a bolt of lightning struck, but I’m, as yet, unsure of where it originated, but I will find out, trust me.”
Shade nodded. Of course he trusted Ambrose. His white-winged friend was about the only one he could trust.
“Do you want to come with me tomorrow night to Dante’s Circle?” Shade asked.
Ambrose nodded. “I think I will. I’d like to meet your Lily.”
Shade’s pulse increased. “She’s not my Lily.”
His friend lifted a brow. As usual, his friend saw right through him.
No, Lily wasn’t his, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wish it.
****
Striker paced in his atrium, his drab brown wings trailing on the floor. Fury coursed through his veins.
He hadn’t liked the intensity of that storm. Something was wrong.
He’d been down to earth, hiding in the clouds and checking on the lab tech’s progress with Shade’s dust, when that lightning storm had come out of nowhere. The rain had drenched his wings, almost sending him crashing to the ground. He curled his lip at the thought. He’d almost had to walk on the earth like a mere human.
Striker shuddered.
He wasn’t a pathetic human; he was an angel. Practically a god. Oh, and once war came, he’d be their ruler, their god. His plans would come to fruition, and he’d own the council. Striker’s body shook with anticipation.
That damn storm could prove annoying. There was something in the air that didn’t feel right. It was almost a sense of foreboding. The way that lightning had struck that building felt off. The place had brightened for all eyes to see, yet no one seemed to have had noticed for they hadn’t come from their homes to see the problem.
Something else was at play.
But what?
Damn it. He didn’t have time for the unknown. All these questions were not in his plans. Whatever it was would have to move out of his way because he needed the lab tech to find something and Shade to take the fall. Without that, Shade and his dear friend, Ambrose, would still be in his way.
Something that could not be allowed to happen.
Striker stretched his wings, the dull brown fading behind the sunlight. He would have to take matters into his own hands and make sure the woman did what she was told. After all, he couldn’t trust the humans as far as he could throw them, and due to his strength, that was far. It would still be fun to test that theory. The human woman would do what he wanted, or she’d learn the hard way. Striker smiled. Yes, that would be nice.
Chapter 7
Lily eyes drifted shut, and she let her head fall against the headrest. The day seemed to be dragging, never ending. Her body felt like someone had dragged it behind a bus. She’d spent most of the day sitting in her lab trying to figure out just what the heck it was Glenn had given her. None of the readouts made any sense. It was nothing like she’d ever seen, and the computers couldn’t figure it out. She’d left it running with another scan overnight to see if she’d made a mistake, but she doubted it. She was OCD enough that things like that didn’t happen often, if at all.
A knock on her window brought her out of her thoughts.
“Lily?” Jamie asked through the
Shade took another drink, the brew sliding down his throat, quenching his thirst. “Did you find anything out about the storm or that odd feeling you had about the origins of the dust?”
Ambrose shook his head then took the last gulp of his beer. “I’m still searching on the lines of your dust issue. Something is not right about this. As for the storm, I don’t think it was a normal storm by any means. The electrical currents were too high and not the kind created in a normal weather storm. I believe a bolt of lightning struck, but I’m, as yet, unsure of where it originated, but I will find out, trust me.”
Shade nodded. Of course he trusted Ambrose. His white-winged friend was about the only one he could trust.
“Do you want to come with me tomorrow night to Dante’s Circle?” Shade asked.
Ambrose nodded. “I think I will. I’d like to meet your Lily.”
Shade’s pulse increased. “She’s not my Lily.”
His friend lifted a brow. As usual, his friend saw right through him.
No, Lily wasn’t his, but that didn’t mean he didn’t wish it.
****
Striker paced in his atrium, his drab brown wings trailing on the floor. Fury coursed through his veins.
He hadn’t liked the intensity of that storm. Something was wrong.
He’d been down to earth, hiding in the clouds and checking on the lab tech’s progress with Shade’s dust, when that lightning storm had come out of nowhere. The rain had drenched his wings, almost sending him crashing to the ground. He curled his lip at the thought. He’d almost had to walk on the earth like a mere human.
Striker shuddered.
He wasn’t a pathetic human; he was an angel. Practically a god. Oh, and once war came, he’d be their ruler, their god. His plans would come to fruition, and he’d own the council. Striker’s body shook with anticipation.
That damn storm could prove annoying. There was something in the air that didn’t feel right. It was almost a sense of foreboding. The way that lightning had struck that building felt off. The place had brightened for all eyes to see, yet no one seemed to have had noticed for they hadn’t come from their homes to see the problem.
Something else was at play.
But what?
Damn it. He didn’t have time for the unknown. All these questions were not in his plans. Whatever it was would have to move out of his way because he needed the lab tech to find something and Shade to take the fall. Without that, Shade and his dear friend, Ambrose, would still be in his way.
Something that could not be allowed to happen.
Striker stretched his wings, the dull brown fading behind the sunlight. He would have to take matters into his own hands and make sure the woman did what she was told. After all, he couldn’t trust the humans as far as he could throw them, and due to his strength, that was far. It would still be fun to test that theory. The human woman would do what he wanted, or she’d learn the hard way. Striker smiled. Yes, that would be nice.
Chapter 7
Lily eyes drifted shut, and she let her head fall against the headrest. The day seemed to be dragging, never ending. Her body felt like someone had dragged it behind a bus. She’d spent most of the day sitting in her lab trying to figure out just what the heck it was Glenn had given her. None of the readouts made any sense. It was nothing like she’d ever seen, and the computers couldn’t figure it out. She’d left it running with another scan overnight to see if she’d made a mistake, but she doubted it. She was OCD enough that things like that didn’t happen often, if at all.
A knock on her window brought her out of her thoughts.
“Lily?” Jamie asked through the
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