The male shrugged in response. He looked as lost as Kaj felt.
“I want to speak to Michael,” Penelope insisted. “Right now.”
Obsidian turned away from her, probably summoning the archangel for his female.
Personally, Kaj didn’t care to be in attendance for this part. It was hard enough having all those eyes pinned on him, waiting for him to bring forth some more disturbing news.
Before he could come up with an excuse to leave, there was a flutter of wings and Michael appeared, his strangely swirling eyes darting over every face before coming to rest on Obsidian.
“You rang?”
Though the female was a good foot shorter than the archangel, she stood tall when she marched right up to Michael and squared off with him.
“What have you done?”
Michael frowned. “I’m sorry?”
“My brother.”
As though a light went on in his head, Michael’s eyes drifted away from her face. “Coulda warned me.”
Penelope didn’t seem to realize he’d spoken. “Why him? Why did you pick Oliver?”
Kaj could’ve told her it seemed incredibly obvious. In fact, twofold. It was Michael’s way of keeping an eye on the female who would eventually mate Obsidian as well as keeping ties to the original vampire.
Of course, Michael being Michael, he didn’t answer her question. Or he tried not to. Right up until Obsidian came to stand behind Penelope, his hands curling over her shoulders.
“I thought it was the best place for him,” Michael said on a sigh.
“You knew who Obsidian’s mate was?” Acadia asked.
Wow. Good question.
“I might’ve taken a peek.”
“But those lists are supposed to be sealed,” Obsidian argued.
“They are.”
Clearly not concerned about that, Penelope cleared her throat, drawing all attention back to her. “What happens to Oliver when you separate him and the vampire?”
Right to the point. Kaj knew he liked her.
“He’ll be the same as he is now.”
“You mean physically,” Obsidian stated.
“Correct. Physically, he’ll remain human.” Michael’s gaze shot to Kaj. “Immortal, of course, but still human. Mostly.”
“And his memories?”
“Well, technically…” Michael’s eyes shifted around the room once more. “Those aren’t his memories. The human has been repressed.”
Penelope’s eyebrows shot downward. “So what? He won’t know how to walk or talk if you retrieve Khari?”
Kaj wondered if anyone else noticed her use ofifnotwhen.
“He’ll retain all his motor skills. And more than likely, some of the memories will still be imbedded. He simply won’t know how to retrieve them.”
