“How do you accept a Soulhound’s claim?”
“You fight him. And if he doesn’t kill you, he’ll be yours.”
I enteredAlexei’s private room in the healers’ wing in need of some good news. Preferably about the Damneds’ location, but I’d take anything at this point.
A pretty, curvy blonde I’d never met sat on the rug, scanning one of the numerous books spread across the ground while grazing her fingers across Alexei’s wings.
“Lex, who the hell is this?”
This mission wasn’t for him to talk about with his flavor of the day.
His head whipped up from his book.
“Cindy was just?—”
“Cindy,” I barked. “Leave.”
She scrambled off the ground and out the door in sufficient time.
Alexei glared at me.
“Not cool.”
“No. What’s not cool is an outsider learning shit she shouldn’t and having it spread to our enemies. Or Lucifer.”
“It’s not like I told her what we were researching. Just to let me know if she found anything interesting,” he grumbled, adjusting his pants, no longer in the patient gown that barely hid his big ass.
Sam probably got sick of his healers going missing and finding them in here ogling the golden warrior.
His dark shirt stretched over his back, the density where his dappled wings connected to his shoulder blades thinning, a trick we had to learn early on as angels. Without it, we’d require special clothing with slits or modifications.
Good thing too. Or Alexei would be in a whole lot of pain trying to put on a shirt.
“Wings must be feeling better,” I said dryly.
“They were before you entered and ruined my fun.”
I refrained from chucking a book at his head.
“Sam say anything more?”
He shrugged, refusing to look at me.
“They’re better. But not enough to fly yet or dematerialize them.”
I acknowledged his statement and let it go.
“Find anything yet?”
“Nothing worth mentioning. But I haven’t been through all of it, and I’m getting antsy. Tell Lucy to come see me and help. I miss her face.”
“Sure. Right after I give her orders to go patrolling for infected in the city with a squad that doesn’t listen to her.”
Alexei flipped a page.
“I’m serious, Ro. I miss our beautiful girl.”
I sank into the chair next to his bed, rubbing my face.
