few softly spoken words, his mighty sword appeared in his right hand. Pointing the fiery tip at the two ghosts, he watched in amusement as the mist danced about in a blatant attempt to avoid getting sucked into the flame.
“If neither of you would care to share Ariadne’s fate, I suggest you stop annoying my mate.”
Sam humphed loudly. “We were trying to help you out. Won’t make that mistake again.”
Michael grunted and the mist evaporated as if it had never been. Helping him, his ass. Those two were going to be trouble. He could feel it clear to the bone.
“Helping you? What was Sam talking about?”
Great. Trouble with a capital T.
“How the hell should I know, Tory? I do not think either of them is very stable. They should go to the light.”
The last, which was spoken loudly just in case the two were still lingering about, caused a giggle to bubble from his mate’s luscious lips, and Michael couldn’t stop himself from sampling another taste.
“Well, shit. There is really something wrong with this sight. I think my retinas are fried,” Zadkiel’s amused drawl intruded.
Michael sighed as Tory jumped away from him. Turning to Zadkiel, he reminded himself taking off his second-in-command’s head really wouldn’t appease his annoyance. It would only reattach itself. And while it would hurt like a bitch, it would be far too temporary. No, instead he would give the other male courier duty. Let him spend a century ferrying messages from the lesser factions, like the Fates. For a warrior like Zadkiel that would be hell.
Zadkiel must have gleamed from Michael’s face the train of his thoughts because he quickly added, “Sorry to disturb you. But I have news. There has been another attack.”
Tory’s gasp covered up Michael’s violent curse. “Where?” he snapped.
“Chicago. But this witch has survived, and I thought you might want to question her.”
Michael sensed the tension drain from Tory’s limbs. This was good news indeed. But speaking with this witch would require he leave Tory alone. He couldn’t teleport with her and a lot could happen in the amount of time it would take him to travel by human means. What if this was Asmodeus’s plan, leaving the witch alive to draw him away from Tory?
“You must go,” Tory said, as if sensing his hesitation. And it was very likely she could. They were bound, after all.
He reached up, gently palming her cheek. “Only if you promise to cast yourself inside the circle upstairs.”
At her vigorous nod, Michael grasped the back of her neck, drawing her lips back to his, taking gentle command of her mouth. If there was one thing he could be thankful for, it was sharing his immortality. And since they were bound, if Asmodeus did make an appearance while he was gone he would know it almost instantly. Tory would be damn near impossible to kill now.
Pulling back, he gave her a gentle nudge toward the staircase, lightly swatting her ass when she frowned over her shoulder. Michael watched until she disappeared from view then turned to find Zadkiel studying him.
He arched a sardonic brow and Zadkiel grinned. “I see the deed has been done.”
Michael growled. “Which deed? The one getting me eternal hellfire? Or the one that will draw torment and ridicule from everyone we know?”
If Zadkiel’s grin had grown any bigger, Michael would have hit him. “One? Both? Take your pick.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Michael muttered.
Zadkiel’s only reply was laughter. Make that two centuries of courier duty .
Motioning with his hand, he invited Zadkiel to lead the way. Once the other male had teleported from the room, Michael closed his eyes, let his molecules divide until he was nothing but air and followed.
Chapter Seven
Tory paused at the top of the stairs, Michael’s belligerent tone catching her attention. She wasn’t eavesdropping, but she couldn’t help that their voices carried up the stairs. Hellfire? Ridicule? What was he talking
“If neither of you would care to share Ariadne’s fate, I suggest you stop annoying my mate.”
Sam humphed loudly. “We were trying to help you out. Won’t make that mistake again.”
Michael grunted and the mist evaporated as if it had never been. Helping him, his ass. Those two were going to be trouble. He could feel it clear to the bone.
“Helping you? What was Sam talking about?”
Great. Trouble with a capital T.
“How the hell should I know, Tory? I do not think either of them is very stable. They should go to the light.”
The last, which was spoken loudly just in case the two were still lingering about, caused a giggle to bubble from his mate’s luscious lips, and Michael couldn’t stop himself from sampling another taste.
“Well, shit. There is really something wrong with this sight. I think my retinas are fried,” Zadkiel’s amused drawl intruded.
Michael sighed as Tory jumped away from him. Turning to Zadkiel, he reminded himself taking off his second-in-command’s head really wouldn’t appease his annoyance. It would only reattach itself. And while it would hurt like a bitch, it would be far too temporary. No, instead he would give the other male courier duty. Let him spend a century ferrying messages from the lesser factions, like the Fates. For a warrior like Zadkiel that would be hell.
Zadkiel must have gleamed from Michael’s face the train of his thoughts because he quickly added, “Sorry to disturb you. But I have news. There has been another attack.”
Tory’s gasp covered up Michael’s violent curse. “Where?” he snapped.
“Chicago. But this witch has survived, and I thought you might want to question her.”
Michael sensed the tension drain from Tory’s limbs. This was good news indeed. But speaking with this witch would require he leave Tory alone. He couldn’t teleport with her and a lot could happen in the amount of time it would take him to travel by human means. What if this was Asmodeus’s plan, leaving the witch alive to draw him away from Tory?
“You must go,” Tory said, as if sensing his hesitation. And it was very likely she could. They were bound, after all.
He reached up, gently palming her cheek. “Only if you promise to cast yourself inside the circle upstairs.”
At her vigorous nod, Michael grasped the back of her neck, drawing her lips back to his, taking gentle command of her mouth. If there was one thing he could be thankful for, it was sharing his immortality. And since they were bound, if Asmodeus did make an appearance while he was gone he would know it almost instantly. Tory would be damn near impossible to kill now.
Pulling back, he gave her a gentle nudge toward the staircase, lightly swatting her ass when she frowned over her shoulder. Michael watched until she disappeared from view then turned to find Zadkiel studying him.
He arched a sardonic brow and Zadkiel grinned. “I see the deed has been done.”
Michael growled. “Which deed? The one getting me eternal hellfire? Or the one that will draw torment and ridicule from everyone we know?”
If Zadkiel’s grin had grown any bigger, Michael would have hit him. “One? Both? Take your pick.”
“You’re such an asshole,” Michael muttered.
Zadkiel’s only reply was laughter. Make that two centuries of courier duty .
Motioning with his hand, he invited Zadkiel to lead the way. Once the other male had teleported from the room, Michael closed his eyes, let his molecules divide until he was nothing but air and followed.
Chapter Seven
Tory paused at the top of the stairs, Michael’s belligerent tone catching her attention. She wasn’t eavesdropping, but she couldn’t help that their voices carried up the stairs. Hellfire? Ridicule? What was he talking
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