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reinforcing her mental walls. He recoiled quickly and frowned at her.
“Who are you? I had a vision of you.” Oops. Good job Storm. That one just slipped out. Dammit.
“I am Ryder Cohen. Your Aunt Trin and I were – acquaintances. I came to pay my condolences.” He shifted uncomfortably and continued to stare at her. Still, Storm could not get a read on him. His nearness affected her. She reached out and touched his arm, a jolt shot through her. His eyes flared.
“I have to leave. Your friends are returning. I would advise against mentioning me to them. Jealousy would not be your only issue.” He took her hand and pressed it to his lips. They were so warm. The electricity that passed between them as undeniable as her instant attraction to him. And then he left.
Storm sat back on the sofa. Her mind reeled. So much information in such a short time and now the questions warred for top priority. Dammit. What had she gotten into?
“Still angry with us, babe?” Shane stepped cautiously into the study, Dan at his heels. Storm turned to face them, they looked different now. Hard to explain and unfair, sure, but as her feelings unfurled, Storm couldn’t seem to convince herself of anything other than pure emotion. She still sort of saw the glow around them.
“Who was at the door?” Storm worked hard to keep her voice even, to press that strangely satisfying sensation in her abdomen from flaring at the mere thought of Ryder Cohen. Dammit, just thinking his name brought his face to mind and – stop that. She forced an awkward smile and hoped they bought it as shock from finding out they were angels.
“Nobody important. We figured you may have some questions for us. Would you like to talk now or do you still need a little time?” Shane sat beside her allowing his hand to settle near the small of her back.
“I am still angry guys. This, well, this is a lot to accept. You could have told me ages ago and saved a lot of trouble. It would have been nice to have somebody to confide in too.”
Dan knelt on the floor in front of her again, “Storm, honey, how would you have handled it? You may not have been able to see us at all since Trin bound so much of your power. But now, your visions are getting worse and you are starting to feel. I think you are going to have to pick up on the acceptance part of this and move on to a solution.”
“Could I just have a moment? I mean, what are you guys? Angels? Fallen angels? What’s the proper term here? How could I have the visions with my powers bound? Why are they coming back so slowly? How do I have no control over any of it?” Storm looked from one to the other, forcing a questioning expression to her face since her body was still in high sexual alert from her encounter with Ryder. The flutter returned to her gut and she put it in check by pushing thoughts of Ryder out of her mind.
“Seraphs. We like to be referred to as seraphs. Angel sounds so girly, don’t you think?” Dan tried very hard to sound matter of fact with a touch of irony. She found it unnerving.
“Yeah, that’s what I would be worried about, sounding girly.”
“Good to know your sarcasm is still working just fine. Listen, we know this is a lot to wrap your mind around but we only know some of the answers. Right now, the most important thing is making you understand how much danger you are in.” Shane stood and looked down at her intently, “Storm, we love you, we do, but we are here to protect you first and foremost. To do that, you need to tell us about your recent visions. It is going to be nearly impossible to mask your aura now that you have unlocked all of your power. We need to know what, and who, could be coming for you.”
“I don’t see much about me. A warehouse, knives in the dark. It changes a bit from time to time.” Storm tried to sound nonchalant but this whole thing felt more than a little freaky. A sense of foreboding
“Who are you? I had a vision of you.” Oops. Good job Storm. That one just slipped out. Dammit.
“I am Ryder Cohen. Your Aunt Trin and I were – acquaintances. I came to pay my condolences.” He shifted uncomfortably and continued to stare at her. Still, Storm could not get a read on him. His nearness affected her. She reached out and touched his arm, a jolt shot through her. His eyes flared.
“I have to leave. Your friends are returning. I would advise against mentioning me to them. Jealousy would not be your only issue.” He took her hand and pressed it to his lips. They were so warm. The electricity that passed between them as undeniable as her instant attraction to him. And then he left.
Storm sat back on the sofa. Her mind reeled. So much information in such a short time and now the questions warred for top priority. Dammit. What had she gotten into?
“Still angry with us, babe?” Shane stepped cautiously into the study, Dan at his heels. Storm turned to face them, they looked different now. Hard to explain and unfair, sure, but as her feelings unfurled, Storm couldn’t seem to convince herself of anything other than pure emotion. She still sort of saw the glow around them.
“Who was at the door?” Storm worked hard to keep her voice even, to press that strangely satisfying sensation in her abdomen from flaring at the mere thought of Ryder Cohen. Dammit, just thinking his name brought his face to mind and – stop that. She forced an awkward smile and hoped they bought it as shock from finding out they were angels.
“Nobody important. We figured you may have some questions for us. Would you like to talk now or do you still need a little time?” Shane sat beside her allowing his hand to settle near the small of her back.
“I am still angry guys. This, well, this is a lot to accept. You could have told me ages ago and saved a lot of trouble. It would have been nice to have somebody to confide in too.”
Dan knelt on the floor in front of her again, “Storm, honey, how would you have handled it? You may not have been able to see us at all since Trin bound so much of your power. But now, your visions are getting worse and you are starting to feel. I think you are going to have to pick up on the acceptance part of this and move on to a solution.”
“Could I just have a moment? I mean, what are you guys? Angels? Fallen angels? What’s the proper term here? How could I have the visions with my powers bound? Why are they coming back so slowly? How do I have no control over any of it?” Storm looked from one to the other, forcing a questioning expression to her face since her body was still in high sexual alert from her encounter with Ryder. The flutter returned to her gut and she put it in check by pushing thoughts of Ryder out of her mind.
“Seraphs. We like to be referred to as seraphs. Angel sounds so girly, don’t you think?” Dan tried very hard to sound matter of fact with a touch of irony. She found it unnerving.
“Yeah, that’s what I would be worried about, sounding girly.”
“Good to know your sarcasm is still working just fine. Listen, we know this is a lot to wrap your mind around but we only know some of the answers. Right now, the most important thing is making you understand how much danger you are in.” Shane stood and looked down at her intently, “Storm, we love you, we do, but we are here to protect you first and foremost. To do that, you need to tell us about your recent visions. It is going to be nearly impossible to mask your aura now that you have unlocked all of your power. We need to know what, and who, could be coming for you.”
“I don’t see much about me. A warehouse, knives in the dark. It changes a bit from time to time.” Storm tried to sound nonchalant but this whole thing felt more than a little freaky. A sense of foreboding
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