Black Wings
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He smiled sleepily. “Not all the time. And not all Agents. Just you.”
By the time I came out of my stupor, he had fallen asleep. I covered him with a crocheted afghan and brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead.
A movement in the side window caught my eye. I glanced up and saw Antares hanging outside the window like a very ugly suncatcher. He licked the window. The acid on his tongue burned through the glass.
I flipped him the bird. He narrowed his eyes at me and bared his teeth. I deliberately turned my back on him and started to tidy the room. When I looked back, he was gone.
Beezle flew in the front window. “Antares was here,” he announced.
“Yep, I caught that,” I said.
Five days ago I was just an Agent. Now I was the daughter of a fallen angel, the great-granddaughter of Lucifer himself. My half brother was still running around trying to figure out a way to kill me, and apparently I’d pissed off Ariell’s son as well. I was engaged to a total a**hole and magically bound to marry him, I was in big-time lust with a man who was forbidden to love me, and my boss had just asked me out. There was only one thing for me to do.
“Want Chinese?” I asked Beezle.
He pumped his tiny fist in the air. “Pork dumplings!”
So we had pork dumplings, and noodles, and stir-fried chicken. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.
By the time I came out of my stupor, he had fallen asleep. I covered him with a crocheted afghan and brushed a lock of hair away from his forehead.
A movement in the side window caught my eye. I glanced up and saw Antares hanging outside the window like a very ugly suncatcher. He licked the window. The acid on his tongue burned through the glass.
I flipped him the bird. He narrowed his eyes at me and bared his teeth. I deliberately turned my back on him and started to tidy the room. When I looked back, he was gone.
Beezle flew in the front window. “Antares was here,” he announced.
“Yep, I caught that,” I said.
Five days ago I was just an Agent. Now I was the daughter of a fallen angel, the great-granddaughter of Lucifer himself. My half brother was still running around trying to figure out a way to kill me, and apparently I’d pissed off Ariell’s son as well. I was engaged to a total a**hole and magically bound to marry him, I was in big-time lust with a man who was forbidden to love me, and my boss had just asked me out. There was only one thing for me to do.
“Want Chinese?” I asked Beezle.
He pumped his tiny fist in the air. “Pork dumplings!”
So we had pork dumplings, and noodles, and stir-fried chicken. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.
