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Mika’il slugged back the whiskey and started
gasping. William thumped him on the back. “I can never get used to this stuff.”
    “I
would hope not. It wouldn’t do for God’s warrior angel to get used to alcohol
and drinking. People might start thinking you’re like them. You need to project
a capable and unswerving image and not an image of a hung over boozer. No one
would want to be reminded of themselves like that.” William sipped from his
glass. “I drink this stuff, but it does nothing for me.”
    “Then
why drink it?”
    He
looked out into the shadows beyond the window. “I don’t know. Maybe it makes me
feel a little more human. There are times when I feel so alien from this world
and these people. I guess I thought being able to drink would help me fit in a
little more.”
    “You
are different. You are neither angelic nor mortal and you never will be.”
Mika’il touched his shoulder. “I wish I could make it different for you, but I
can’t. I hope you eventually realize that what I do, I do to help you or at
least try to help. I know it doesn’t always work out and I’m sorry for that.
Sometimes it does like with Celeste and Adam and I’m happy for a while.”
    “William,
who are you talking to?” Abby’s voice came from the bedroom.
    “No one, sweetheart.” He nodded
at Mika’il. He felt a little closer to the archangel after the late night
confession. He stood up and headed back to bed.
    *
* * *
    Abby’s
body was humming in anticipation of William’s loving. It had been a long boring
shift and she just wanted to get home. She had tried calling his cell to let
him know she was getting out early, but he didn’t answer. She didn’t want to
waste time waiting to get a hold of him. Nothing was going to happen. Thompson
hadn’t been around for several days now and she was convinced he had given up
on her.
    She
smiled remembering the teasing she had gotten from some of the other dealers
about dating William. The women had asked her if he was as great a lover as
rumor reported him to be. Laughing, she told them she didn’t want to make them
jealous. The men made snide comments about her holding out for rich men. She
just shrugged those remarks away. Most of the men had asked her out through the
years she had worked at the casino and she had turned them down. She had stuck
to her vow about not dating gamblers until the best looking man she ever saw
looked her way. She had a feeling if William lost all his money, she would
still be happy dating him. It scared her that she might be more like her mother
than she thought.
    She
reached out to unlock her car when an arm wrapped around her neck and jerked
her away from the vehicle. She tried to scream but a large greasy hand covered
her mouth. Her assailant pulled her into the shadows. Pushing her to the
ground, he blocked any route of escape. The fear was almost overwhelming. She
knew William would be coming to get her but she didn’t know if he would be in
time.
    The man
reached down and grabbed her arm to yank her up on her feet. She gasped at the
pain. A fist connected with her cheek. God, she should have waited for William
like he asked but she had been confident she could handle anything.
    “Thompson
said to tell you to stop seeing Bradford or your punishment will be worse.”
    Worse
than this? She wondered how that could be possible as she focused on the
burning sensation coming from her arm. The man had forced it up behind her
back. The pain became more intense as he jerked it even higher. She cried out
wanting to beg him to stop but her pride wouldn’t let her do that. The man was
ripped away from her at the moment she was sure her arm would break.
    She
fell to the ground clutching her arm to her body. William stood over her with
his blue eyes blazing. His arm was outstretched and pointing towards her
attacker who seemed to be dangling a foot or two off the concrete. The man’s
face turned blue and he clawed at his throat as William