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in-home dye kits. It didn’t mean she had actually seen Tory.
“He kept insisting I was wrong. I was weak. Then he hit me. Kept hitting me…” Evie left off on a sob, burying her face in Skath’s chest. Her slender shoulders shook and Skath grimaced over the top of her head.
Michael nodded for him to continue prodding her. The woman hadn’t said anything telling him whether or not Asmodeus had discovered information concerning Tory, but Skath grimaced and swiftly shook his head. Michael could feel a headache beginning to form, an insistent pounding right behind his eyes. Jesus, he really hated dealing with humans.
“What else did you see?” he finally demanded because it was apparent Skath wasn’t going to.
“Boston.”
The one word mumbled into Skath’s shirt sent a chill down Michael’s spine and as a vicious curse was ripped from his chest, Evie began whimpering again. “Damn it, I’m not going to touch you. Did you tell the bastard anything else?”
When the woman didn’t respond, only vigorously shook her head, Michael turned away, striding back to Zadkiel who stood waiting on the opposite side of the room.
“Well?” his second questioned.
“The woman revealed Tory’s location. I must return to her immediately!” And as soon as Michael spoke her name, like a punch in the gut, he knew something was wrong. “Son of a bitch,” he snarled, teleporting to his mate’s location.
It took a minute for him to gain his bearings, for his body to adjust. In his confusion, he couldn’t understand the form huddled on the floor inches from the staircase or the larger hulking figure standing over it, screeching and shielding its eyes. The presence disappeared before Michael could react, a small fraction of time he knew would haunt him for eternity, and then he realized what the motionless mass on the floor was.
“Tory!” Her name tore out of him like thunder.
Michael rushed to her side before falling to his knees. Gathering her into his arms, he cradled her broken and bleeding body to his chest. He felt the cry bubbling up from his chest, forcing its way from his lips, and he clutched his mate to him, rocking her gently as he buried his face in her neck.
It couldn’t end like this. It wasn’t fair. All these centuries he’d spent protecting humans and he couldn’t keep one little woman from harm.
When the wetness hit Michael’s face he did not immediately recognize it for what it was. Tears. His tears. For the first time in his long existence, he was weeping. Even Lucifer’s betrayal had not brought him to his knees.
“My love, don’t do this to me,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, forcing him to choke out the words. “I won’t be able to survive without you. I am not strong enough.”
It’s funny really, what one considers when they believe they have hit bottom.
How the hell had Gabriel endured?
It was in that moment Michael realized even in the midst of his heart-wrenching sorrow he could still feel her soul inside him. It had not fled this dimension. In fact, it had never left her body. She lived. And then he remembered the blood he’d shared with her.
He was a fool.
He willed a small dagger into his palm and used the pointed edge to puncture his fingertip. A few drops of blood oozed from the wound before Michael thrust his finger into Tory’s mouth, rubbing it against the inside of her cheek. But he didn’t dare allow her to consume too much. He only wanted to give her enough to aid in her healing, not to turn her, forcing her to exist on his blood.
Raining kisses along her hair, her face, her neck, Michael gave thanks that he’d already had the forethought to take the necessary steps in prolonging her life. And considering how close she’d come to death, Tory might not want to remove his balls with a dull, rusted knife when she gained consciousness.
Well…he could hope. Sometimes humans got testy about their mortality.
Gently lifting her into his arms, Michael cradled
“He kept insisting I was wrong. I was weak. Then he hit me. Kept hitting me…” Evie left off on a sob, burying her face in Skath’s chest. Her slender shoulders shook and Skath grimaced over the top of her head.
Michael nodded for him to continue prodding her. The woman hadn’t said anything telling him whether or not Asmodeus had discovered information concerning Tory, but Skath grimaced and swiftly shook his head. Michael could feel a headache beginning to form, an insistent pounding right behind his eyes. Jesus, he really hated dealing with humans.
“What else did you see?” he finally demanded because it was apparent Skath wasn’t going to.
“Boston.”
The one word mumbled into Skath’s shirt sent a chill down Michael’s spine and as a vicious curse was ripped from his chest, Evie began whimpering again. “Damn it, I’m not going to touch you. Did you tell the bastard anything else?”
When the woman didn’t respond, only vigorously shook her head, Michael turned away, striding back to Zadkiel who stood waiting on the opposite side of the room.
“Well?” his second questioned.
“The woman revealed Tory’s location. I must return to her immediately!” And as soon as Michael spoke her name, like a punch in the gut, he knew something was wrong. “Son of a bitch,” he snarled, teleporting to his mate’s location.
It took a minute for him to gain his bearings, for his body to adjust. In his confusion, he couldn’t understand the form huddled on the floor inches from the staircase or the larger hulking figure standing over it, screeching and shielding its eyes. The presence disappeared before Michael could react, a small fraction of time he knew would haunt him for eternity, and then he realized what the motionless mass on the floor was.
“Tory!” Her name tore out of him like thunder.
Michael rushed to her side before falling to his knees. Gathering her into his arms, he cradled her broken and bleeding body to his chest. He felt the cry bubbling up from his chest, forcing its way from his lips, and he clutched his mate to him, rocking her gently as he buried his face in her neck.
It couldn’t end like this. It wasn’t fair. All these centuries he’d spent protecting humans and he couldn’t keep one little woman from harm.
When the wetness hit Michael’s face he did not immediately recognize it for what it was. Tears. His tears. For the first time in his long existence, he was weeping. Even Lucifer’s betrayal had not brought him to his knees.
“My love, don’t do this to me,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, forcing him to choke out the words. “I won’t be able to survive without you. I am not strong enough.”
It’s funny really, what one considers when they believe they have hit bottom.
How the hell had Gabriel endured?
It was in that moment Michael realized even in the midst of his heart-wrenching sorrow he could still feel her soul inside him. It had not fled this dimension. In fact, it had never left her body. She lived. And then he remembered the blood he’d shared with her.
He was a fool.
He willed a small dagger into his palm and used the pointed edge to puncture his fingertip. A few drops of blood oozed from the wound before Michael thrust his finger into Tory’s mouth, rubbing it against the inside of her cheek. But he didn’t dare allow her to consume too much. He only wanted to give her enough to aid in her healing, not to turn her, forcing her to exist on his blood.
Raining kisses along her hair, her face, her neck, Michael gave thanks that he’d already had the forethought to take the necessary steps in prolonging her life. And considering how close she’d come to death, Tory might not want to remove his balls with a dull, rusted knife when she gained consciousness.
Well…he could hope. Sometimes humans got testy about their mortality.
Gently lifting her into his arms, Michael cradled
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