“How does this work, anyway? You’ve finally located youramsouelotand what? You just let her go back to her regular life?”
“Not like he can expect her to fall at his feet, Acadia,” Gryffyth rumbled as he joined them. “She’s a human. She expects things.”
Acadia, ever innocent, turned her attention to the male. “Like what?”
“Dinner, dancing. Dating.”
“Well, poo.” Acadia’s bright amethyst eyes danced between the two of them. “I think thelintamair’s more than enough to convince her.”
The Fae was referring to the mating ceremony to unite a mortal soul with an immortal’s, which was both complicated and … not completely romantic in every manner.
Obsidian sighed, took another pull on his beer. “In time.”
She frowned again, spinning around to the stove. The sound of burners being clicked off punctuated her heavy sigh. “I guess there’s no need for a feast then.”
“Hey,” Gryffyth told her. “You want to cook, I’ll always eat.”
She shook her head. “I’m going to my room.” Her eyes lifted to Obsidian’s. “Unless you need me.”
“I do, actually.”
Acadia nodded. “I’ll meet you in your quarters.”
The Fae had been with them since the beginning of their mission, fifteen hundred years ago. The command for their presence had come from God, insisting the Fae provided their services to the warriors. Since the Fae had been categorized as misplaced halos somewhere along the way, it was likely the big guy’s way of ensuring they didn’t veer too far off path as they’d been known to do.
Though they were good with a blade, the Fae had long since turned in their swords. While the human females were asserting their dominance, the Fae had opted to ease off the front lines, going back to their roots, providing comfort to the angels. While the males in the house often accepted their offers of sex, Obsidian had never allowed himself to succumb to their advances. Not those who were part of their mission, anyway.
Not because he was a saint, by any means. No, more like he preferred less complicated relations. When it came to sex, he ventured outside to sate his baser urges. Now that he’d made the formal introduction to hisamsouelot, Obsidian wouldn’t be able to bear the touch of another female, Fae or otherwise.
However, he did require a Fae for feeding. At least until hisamsouelotprovided her blood as nourishment.
The thought had him remembering Penelope’s fascination with vampires. He wondered if she’d be surprised to find out how much the Angels of Darkness had in common with them.
“Where’s Taayin?” Obsidian asked Gryffyth when Acadia disappeared.
“In the library. Doing research. With Asmia.”
He nodded though he seriously doubted thelieterraand the Fae were nose deep in a book.
“And Reidar?”
“He sent me and Gerran back here. Said he’d be along shortly. He was making a detour after he had a chat with Penelope’s guardian.”
Curiosity got the best of him. “Who’s her GA?”
“Stig.”
Obsidian didn’t know the angel personally, but he suspected the male was a suitable guardian for his female. He’d yet to meet a guardian angel who had failed at his or her duties to protect the humans they were responsible for. Considering the rules they had to follow when it came to interfering, Obsidian doubted it was an easy job.
After finishing his beer, Obsidian tossed the bottle in the recycle bin. “Tell Reidar I want a meeting at nightfall.”
“Of course.”
Without further ado, Obsidian headed up the stairs to his private quarters, otherwise known as the largest bedroom in the five-bedroom house. It was nothing compared to the Colorado compound, but it worked for their needs.
He sensed the Fae before he stepped inside. Acadia had changed out of her gown into her white robes, which covered her from neck to toe. Her dark hair was secured on top of her head in some sort of intricate knot, fingers clasped tightly as she sat primly on the bed awaiting his arrival.
One of the reasons he preferred to feed from Acadia was her understanding that he preferred silence when he fed. Obsidian wasn’t big on conversation, and he felt no need to turn an already intimate act into something more than it needed to be. However, he wasn’t so selfish that he couldn’t provide her with what she needed.
