Now she wanted to see all that perfection with his clothesoff.After all, if he was really an angel, he’d be perfect ineveryway, right?
He probably wouldn’t take kindly to her asking him to stripfor proof, butsurelyhe wouldn’t object to a verybasic demand he probably heard often.
“Let me see your wings.”
A smear of pink brightened his cheeks.“Memitim don’t havewings,” he said, which sounded like a convenient excuse.“Not real ones.But Ihave something similar.”Before she could askwhathemeant, a pair of misty, smoke-colored wings punched into the air behind him.“These allow me to move invisibly when I need to.”
Her mouth went dry with shock.He really was an angel.Shewas standing in the presence of a being she hadn’t thought was real.Heck, shehad always been *this close* to being an atheist, despite the existence ofdemons which, some would say, proved the existence of God.
“Can I touch them?”
“You can try.”He shifted, allowing her access.“But yourhand will pass through them.They’re made of shadow.”
She reached out, expecting to feel empty air, but insteadher fingers felt...something.Something electric.He went taut as she strokedthe apex of one of his ghostly wings.
“I can sense your touch,” he breathed.“You can...feelthem?”
“Yes,” she said, in absolute awe that she was in contactwith a real, Heavenly being.Well, an earthbound Heavenly being, anyway.“Theyfeel like warm water with an electrical current running through it.”
Curious, she concentrated on absorbing some of his energythrough her palm, but nothing happened.She dropped her gaze to his perfectass.Maybe if she touched a more solid part of his body...
“I don’t understand.”He stepped away, his expressiononeof genuine confusion.“No one has ever been able totouch them.This is the first time I’ve gotten any sensation from them at all.”
Huh.Weird.“What did it feel like?”
“Like...a caress.Like they were real wings and they wereconnected to my—” He broke off and gave her a cheeky grin.“Never mind.”
Too late.Her gaze slid downward, and she drew anappreciative breath at the impressive bulge behind the fly of his jeans.
So that was how you seduced an angel.Not that she plannedto seduce him.She was an Earth girl, fond of the human realm and human people.Besides, she doubted angels fraternized with humans, let alone demons orhuman/demon hybrids like her.
Clearing her throat, she snapped her eyes back up to hisface, but his amused expression said he knew she’d been ogling his angelicjunk.
“So...otherMemitim don’t haveshadow wings?”she asked, hoping she didn’t sound too humiliated.“Why do you?”
“As I said, my father is evil.Less so now than when any ofus were conceived, but back then, he was indistinguishable from a demon.”Herotated his shoulders, and the wings melted away like smoke in a breeze.“He’sa fallen angel or sorts, the father of all Memitim, so some of us inheritunique traits and abilities from him.”He snorted.“Pisses off Heavenly-bornangels that we get fallen angel skills they can’t access.”
“Wow,” she whispered, trying to process this and failing.“How old are you?”
“A little over six hundred years old.Younger than most ofmy siblings.You?”
Six hundred years?Her people were long-lived, but notthatlong-lived, and their lifespans were only getting shorter as they interbredwith humans.
“I’ll be thirty next month,” she said.“My parents are intheir eighties, but they look my age.”
She sat down at her vintage black and red table with herpasta, but she was no longer hungry.She’d grown up in a human environment, ina human neighborhood, attended human schools, and worked at human jobs.Herparents and brother were, for all intents and purposes, human.She and herfamily members embraced the powers they’d been born with, but she’d neverreally considered them to be supernatural.They were simply part of her.Likeher hair and teeth.
Sothis...was unsettling.Hell, theevents of the last few days, starting with being kidnapped and tortured, towaking up in a demon hospital, to sitting down at a table with an angel...Allof it wasmessingwith her head.It had, in fact,started to throb.
Bracing her elbows on the table, she rubbed her temples.“I...Ithink I need a minute.”
“Youokay?Aurora?”He appearednext to her, his hand on her shoulder.She hadn’t even seen him move.“You’re alittle pale.”
“I feel woozy.”The room was starting to spin, and herstomach lurched like it wanted to empty itself of the nothingness inside.Shit,this was happening because she was out of power, wasn’t it?She needed torecharge, and fast.
“I’m taking you back to Underworld General.”
“I’d rather go to the police.”Whoa.There were brightlights floating in front of her eyes now, and was she slurring her words?“Whycan’t I?”
