Glaring at her, I wave away her comment. “If you know so much about this bond shit, tell me how to fix it.”
She grins as she leans back in her chair. “From my understanding, there is no fixing a bond. The only thing you can do is fix your relationship with the human.”
I didn’t believe her about not fixing the mate-bond. If a mate-bond can be broken, it can be fixed. I just needed to find someone to fix this one. Of course, I couldn’t go to the one I used to fix the last one.
Just thinking of the old mate-bond has a shiver running up my spine.
“Raziel.”Once again, my name is called through the void. This time, there is a bit of annoyance that coats it. I toss up a block, ignoring the summons. A temporary fix to a major problem.
Tuning back in to Unina, I rub my chin. “So, if you were a girl—"
She raises her brow at me.
I shake my head. “I meant, if you were my girl, how would you want me to fix this?”
I can’t believe I was asking this bullshit question.
Unina grins, sliding to the edge of her seat. “Gifts. Most women are simple creatures. You need to do something nice for her.”
“I bought her a penthouse and an entire wardrobe of designer clothes and shoes.”
She rolls her eyes. “You need a special gift. Something that requires thought. Something that says, I hear you, I see you, and I appreciate you.”
Her words sit with me. I was absent for most of Nasiah’s childhood. I checked in with her through the void maybe two or three times until she turned ten. It wasn’t until her twentieth birthday that I came back into her life. I did not know what an adult Nasiah looked like until that day. Imagine my surprise when I laid eyes on the most beautiful being I’d ever fucking seen.
Still, I came around only sparingly. I know she owns and operates a beauty bar, she loves to cook and try new food, she enjoys dancing, wine and…. A smile spread over my face as that last thought came to mind. There is one thing Nasiah loves more than anything else.
“I know exactly what to—”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence before I’m pulled out of my office and through the void. There is no question of who summoned me. I knew it was only a matter of time before she would tire of me ignoring her call.
I land on the hard ground after falling through the void. Rolling onto my back, I sit up. I immediately have to shield my eyes from the blinding bright light. She does this shit just to be a bitch.
Standing to my feet, I continue to protect my eyes. Eventually, the bright light fades. Standing before me is the angel Uriah. Her tan skin and blue eyes glare at me. Her chestnut hair hangs damn near to her ass. She’s wearing a red shimmery dress with a high split.
“Well hello, Uriah. Long time no see,” I say with a smirk.
She turns her lip up at me. We were at her high-rise apartment. Out the window, I can see the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. She saunters over to her white Vimercati style couch, her heels clicking against the marble tile floor, and takes a seat.
“You’ve been ignoring my summons, Raziel.”
Turning to face the angel, I fold my arms over my chest.
“Yet you still pulled me here. What the fuck do you want?”
She glares at me, her perfectly arched eyebrow lifting to her hairline.
People thought there was a clear notion of who was good and bad. Angels are considered good while demons are bad. In reality, I’d trust a demon before I ever trusted one of these muthafuckers. At least with a demon, you know what to expect. Not all angels are grimy, but this one wasn’t worth shit.
“You’ve grown mighty bold as the years have passed. Need I remind you, you still owe me a blood debt.”
I flinch when she mentions that fucking debt. Yeah, as I said, I knew all about blood debts. Walking over to one of the fancy white chairs, I take a seat but not before grabbing an apple out of her fruit dish on the coffee table. Sinking back in the seat, I widened my legs before taking a bite out of the apple.
She watches me with pure hate in her eyes as I chew and swallow my bite of fruit.
I lean forward and place the half-eaten apple back into the fruit bowl before retaking my position. “Those apples are shit. And I don’t owe you a blood debt.”
She snarls. “Have you forgotten our contract?”
