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earlier, the show would have been better.”
“I find I’m instantly regretting my tardiness.” His eyes lightened from their dark chocolate color to reflect hints of purple at the edges.
I blushed. We were back to that caveman lust thing again.
Darius looked at me and mouthed, Caveman?
I flipped him off, blushing harder.
Micah watched the whole exchange with interest while Hellion watched him. The Nephilim said, “I’m not sure I should discuss this in front of one of Cain’s sons.”
Darius sneered at the other man. “You’ve not got much choice, son of Seth.”
Micah’s head snapped back and he glared at Darius.
“Hey, hey, hey.” I stepped in between the two supes and pointed at one of the vacant chairs for Darius. “Have a seat, D. Micah, enough. We need answers more than we need sniping. Period.”
Darius sank into a chair and Hellion took the other one, holding out a hand to me. I took it and sat on his lap, shifting around until we were settled as close together as possible.
“Micah, I need to include Darius in this conversation as my second as well as my ally. Please, let’s just get this over with.”
Darius was his second? That was news to me.
The vampire looked at me and arched a brow, to which I only shrugged.
“I think there’s an easier way for me to do this than to answer some of your questions while denying you answers to others. I’ll tell you what I may. Agreed?” Micah asked, never looking at anyone but Hellion.
“I’ll agree with the stipulation I have the right to ask the questions you don’t answer.”
Micah settled himself back into the pillows and threw an arm behind his head. I was struck by his unsuppressed sexuality and was reminded of what Hellion had said earlier. You might catch them with a woman now and again. Unwelcome images raced through my mind of Micah cavorting with a faceless woman, and I looked down, my blush returning.
Darius turned his head and watched me carefully, and for the first time I was grateful as hell that he could only read cognitive thoughts and not images. He clearly knew something was up, though. I shook my head and lifted my eyes. Micah gazed at me as if he knew exactly what I’d been thinking.
“Just get on with it already.” Frustration bled through my every word.
Hellion squeezed my knee and I shifted so he had to let go, keeping my attention on a spot just to the left of the Nephilim’s shoulder.
Micah lounged even more provocatively, baring a narrow line of his flesh from ankle to shoulder. He took a deep breath before beginning. “The Nephilim are connected by thought in Shamayim so that our voices are used only for praise. When one of us is thrust out, he is cut off from his divine brothers the entire time he is relegated to the land of his punishment.
“Nephilim are connected only when one of our fallen brethren commit an act of extreme emotion, either in the Taking or the Ascension. Otherwise we are completely isolated and forbidden from organizing in any manner. We may exist in small numbers in the same regions, though this is regulated by Michael.”
I interrupted. I just couldn’t help myself. “ The Michael?”
Micah looked at me and a small smile played across his sensuous lips.
What the hell happened to angels, fallen or otherwise, being androgynous?
He continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “When Sachiel found you that night, Hellion, he was horrified. But…”
“There’s no excuse,” I reminded him, sitting up straighter. All thoughts of his attractiveness fled in the face of my rekindled fury. “No. Excuse.”
“For what?” Darius asked.
“The mistreatment of a child,” I answered and dared him to question me.
Hellion stared at the same dark window, his eyes well-guarded.
Darius nodded, and I turned back to Micah.
“You’re right. There’s no excuse. He fled and he paid the price for it.”
I was ejected off the arm of the chair as Hellion leapt to his feet.
“I find I’m instantly regretting my tardiness.” His eyes lightened from their dark chocolate color to reflect hints of purple at the edges.
I blushed. We were back to that caveman lust thing again.
Darius looked at me and mouthed, Caveman?
I flipped him off, blushing harder.
Micah watched the whole exchange with interest while Hellion watched him. The Nephilim said, “I’m not sure I should discuss this in front of one of Cain’s sons.”
Darius sneered at the other man. “You’ve not got much choice, son of Seth.”
Micah’s head snapped back and he glared at Darius.
“Hey, hey, hey.” I stepped in between the two supes and pointed at one of the vacant chairs for Darius. “Have a seat, D. Micah, enough. We need answers more than we need sniping. Period.”
Darius sank into a chair and Hellion took the other one, holding out a hand to me. I took it and sat on his lap, shifting around until we were settled as close together as possible.
“Micah, I need to include Darius in this conversation as my second as well as my ally. Please, let’s just get this over with.”
Darius was his second? That was news to me.
The vampire looked at me and arched a brow, to which I only shrugged.
“I think there’s an easier way for me to do this than to answer some of your questions while denying you answers to others. I’ll tell you what I may. Agreed?” Micah asked, never looking at anyone but Hellion.
“I’ll agree with the stipulation I have the right to ask the questions you don’t answer.”
Micah settled himself back into the pillows and threw an arm behind his head. I was struck by his unsuppressed sexuality and was reminded of what Hellion had said earlier. You might catch them with a woman now and again. Unwelcome images raced through my mind of Micah cavorting with a faceless woman, and I looked down, my blush returning.
Darius turned his head and watched me carefully, and for the first time I was grateful as hell that he could only read cognitive thoughts and not images. He clearly knew something was up, though. I shook my head and lifted my eyes. Micah gazed at me as if he knew exactly what I’d been thinking.
“Just get on with it already.” Frustration bled through my every word.
Hellion squeezed my knee and I shifted so he had to let go, keeping my attention on a spot just to the left of the Nephilim’s shoulder.
Micah lounged even more provocatively, baring a narrow line of his flesh from ankle to shoulder. He took a deep breath before beginning. “The Nephilim are connected by thought in Shamayim so that our voices are used only for praise. When one of us is thrust out, he is cut off from his divine brothers the entire time he is relegated to the land of his punishment.
“Nephilim are connected only when one of our fallen brethren commit an act of extreme emotion, either in the Taking or the Ascension. Otherwise we are completely isolated and forbidden from organizing in any manner. We may exist in small numbers in the same regions, though this is regulated by Michael.”
I interrupted. I just couldn’t help myself. “ The Michael?”
Micah looked at me and a small smile played across his sensuous lips.
What the hell happened to angels, fallen or otherwise, being androgynous?
He continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “When Sachiel found you that night, Hellion, he was horrified. But…”
“There’s no excuse,” I reminded him, sitting up straighter. All thoughts of his attractiveness fled in the face of my rekindled fury. “No. Excuse.”
“For what?” Darius asked.
“The mistreatment of a child,” I answered and dared him to question me.
Hellion stared at the same dark window, his eyes well-guarded.
Darius nodded, and I turned back to Micah.
“You’re right. There’s no excuse. He fled and he paid the price for it.”
I was ejected off the arm of the chair as Hellion leapt to his feet.
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