He blew a deep breath out of his nose and disappeared.
"Hey!" I called. "Clean up this mess!"
The blood disappeared without Michael coming back, but at least the job was done.
I reached back onto my bedside table and grabbed the phone.
"Hello?"
"May I please speak to Ronald?" The man's voice was completely unfamiliar to me. He sounded older, elderly.
"There's no-one here by that name."
"Oh, I'm so sorry." He sounded embarrassed. "I hate that I called so late." He rattled off a phone number. "Is that your number?"
"No, dear, the last number you dialed is nine, not eight."
"My fool fingers. Please accept my apology."
He hung up before I could. I sat for several minutes and stared at the handset. A freak wrong number had prevented Michael from killing Lucian again.
This wasn't an accident. That curse was actively keeping Lucian safe more than we knew. Even with Michael and I working together to let it happen. Without my interference or Jellybean’s, Lucian was still alive. And I still couldn't go to my baby even for a visit.
Even after the events of the night, it was only a little after two. I tried to snuggle in beside Lucian and sleep again, but it took a while.
I must've drifted off eventually, though, because I woke and sat straight upright when I heard Michael scream. He held his hand out in front of him, and though I couldn't see a weapon, his hand and arm were covered in blood.
He was panting and staring at his fingers. Moving his gaze to me, he shook his head. "Don't ask." Then, he disappeared, along with the blood.
I snorted and settled back down to try to fall asleep. Again.
A good hour later, I had rolled onto my back and was pretending to count sheep on the ceiling. And it wasn't working. Michael's voice floated through the air. "I've had enough for tonight. I'll try again later."
I smiled and knew he could see me. "Hey, give me a little help sleeping, how about it?"
He didn't respond, but I felt a flutter against my cheek. Then, my eyes grew heavy, and I yawned.
"Thanks," I whispered.
Damn, those two were handy to have around.
The next day, I had no choice but to carry on as normal Constance. After seeing Lucian off to work, I even worked on a beauty video, editing it. Surprisingly, I enjoyed myself and found it to be a good distraction, even though my eyes filled with tears several times without warning.
Halfway through the day, as I stood in front of the fridge, Michael appeared just inside the back door. "Hey, love."
I closed the fridge and held out my arms. "I'm happy to see you." Sighing in relief, I let him support me as I pressed my cheek against his chest. "I'm blue."
"I figured you might be. We've been discussing Lucifer and what to do. The sooner we get this done the sooner you can work on moving forward.”
"I'll leave her there. It's the right place for her as a human." The words still hurt to say even though they were true.
"I know, but there are lots of options to put us in her life in some way."
He squeezed me, then pulled back. Reaching up, I brushed his wavy hair away from his forehead. When he was Adam, he hadn't had much curl, but it had returned as soon as he was back in his ethereal body.
"I'm going to show up for dinner." He stroked my hair in return. I loved their fingers in my hair and all of my mates knew it, too. "As Adam. I'll glamour myself."
I nodded. "Okay, then what?"
