as he could get, trying to block out all of his senses. It was not working.
He buried his face in his hand and tried to breathe evenly and block out the sounds that were severely trying his control.
But then a sound reached him that was so distinct that he could not have blocked it out if he tried.
His Temptation wept.
Jayden straightened. His hearing narrowed, and for the first time, he was able to block the two couples out. He zoomed in on the door of his Temptation’s room and cocked his head to the side.
Her ragged breathing flew down the hall and to his ears, slamming into him like a physical blow.
He staggered back, his wings brushing the rubble he had been leaning against, before surging forward. He flew down the hall before he could stop himself, and the next he was aware, he was pressed against her door. His forehead pressed against the metal. His hands were splayed at shoulder height. Every fiber of his body strained to be on the other side of the door.
Her thoughts were so dark that the cold seeped into his bones. He saw through her eyes the abuse of a human man. A man she had trusted.
Jayden yanked himself from her mind like he had been branded by what he found. His rapid breathing echoed through the hallway, and as he looked down, he noticed his hands were shaking. He did not want to know more. Feared what would have happened if he had stayed inside her mind to find out any more details. Feared what would happen with what little he had just learned.
He stumbled back until his back met the wall. Someone had hurt her. Hurt his Temptation. She hurt still. And he knew nothing about helping her. Knew instinctively that if he tried, it would only make things worse.
Something he had read in the mouthy one’s mind filtered to the forefront of his thoughts.
She
had been hurt. Was now strong.
Jayden knew it was a bad idea before he even started walking toward the room that housed the mouthy one and her mate, but he could not stop himself.
Someone
needed to help his Temptation.
He hesitated for only a second before knocking twice on the door. The passionate sounds within abruptly stalled. The bed creaked, and then the door was thrown open.
The blond one glowered at Jayden from the doorway. The human was completely naked and, Jayden noticed right before immediately jerking his eyes to the ceiling, blatantly aroused. “What,” the defiler growled.
“Jericho,” the mouthy one whispered low enough she probably thought Jayden would not hear. “Win him over.”
Jayden sighed and forced himself to look into the room past the blond one’s shoulder. The mouthy one lay in bed, a sheet held up to her chin, her eyes curious. “She cries,” Jayden said, appalled at the hopeless quality to his voice. “And I do not know what — ”
Luckily, he did not have to say anymore. The woman leapt from the bed and began jerking on clothes, wrenching a curse from her mate who closed the door slightly and looked at Jayden with even more hate than the angel thought possible. “Don’t you dare look at her,” the blond one said.
Jayden was not remotely interested in seeing this man’s mate bare, but Jayden did not respond. Moments later, the woman edged past her man, kissing him quickly on the cheek, and hustled down the hall to his Temptation’s room.
“Grace?” the woman asked through the door. When there was no answer, she simply opened the door and went in.
Jayden was so focused on her actions that the brush along his forearm startled him into a defensive position. He jerked his eyes back to the blond one just in time to watch the man drop his hand from Jayden’s skin. Jayden felt his eyes narrow, and immediately, he sent probes into the man’s mind, trying to prepare for an attack of some kind.
He touched Jayden to use the gift of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil on him. What was more, the man was apparently shocked that he received both a
good
and an
evil
reading from the Knowledge.
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