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From somewhere in the interior of the house someone shouted.
 Dex! Michel! Get up here! It took a second to process that it was
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Bren s voice. He sounded choked. Was he crying? The fact that one
of his husbands needed him drew Madigan out of his stupor.
 Put me down, he commanded, struggling a bit in Michel s hold.
 I m okay, Michel. Please, let me go to him. He tried to put all the
returning sanity he could into his gaze, and something in the depths of
his eyes must ve reassured Michel because the angel put him slowly
on his feet.
Madigan wasted no time getting up the stairs. Despite the fact that
he was stiff and hurting from numerous cuts and bruises on his body,
the only thing that mattered was getting to his main goal. He swung
around the corner and into their bedroom. The sight that greeted him
made his heart plummet into his stomach.
Bren sat with his legs tucked into his chest, his massive black
wings spread out behind him, and his hands which were glowing a
faint blue over Cross s naked chest. Cross looked lifeless, still in a
way that wasn t natural for the living. Tears blinded Madigan, and he
nearly collapsed. This couldn t be happening.
 I don t know why he won t wake up, Bren sobbed. Tears
cascaded down his normally cocky face.  My archangel said it could
resurrect anyone.
The others rushed into the room, Dex carrying a now-unconscious
Yuri. Madigan gave another little whimper of protest. Madigan shut
his eyes tight as if by blocking out the light, Madigan could free
himself from the situation they were in. Please, please, I need them. I
need them all. Please, help me.
 Put your hands over Bren s. The extra voice in his head had
Madigan s eyes snapping open.  Don t worry about what you re
hearing, Madigan. You must hurry. The spell that Lucifer gave Bren
is almost out. A bolt of energy went through Madigan, propelling
him across the room faster than he thought he was capable of. It was a
giddy, tingling energy that infused him. That strange voice in his head
instructed him to take Bren s hands, so that was what he did, pushing
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the energy in his body out through his fingertips and into the still form
of his lover.
Immediately, Cross s color got better, going from a pale gray to
its normal complexion. The deep gouges and wounds on his chest
slowly closed before his eyes, and the first stuttering breath Cross
took made Madigan give a whoop of joy. The pulse at Cross s neck
began beating, weakly at first and then faster as the white light
Madigan was exuding spread across his angel s body. Madigan felt
like he d done this a thousand times. This act, whatever it was, felt
natural to him.
After the light died away from his hands, Madigan felt swamped
with tiredness. He swayed on his feet. Distantly, he heard his lovers
calling out to him, but the world spun out of control and he fell
toward the carpet and unconsciousness.
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Chapter Nine
 I m speaking with him now, Dex said as Bren paced the carpet
outside their bedroom. They d all thought it best to let everyone sleep
as dawn approached, but they were still in full panic mode. Dex had
offered to contact his archangel Gabriel to ask about the spell and
how the hell the hunters had been allowed to harm Madigan. He
hadn t been the most severely injured, but he had been cut and bruised
and traumatized. He d also had a nasty slice taken out of his head,
most likely from the spear that had pierced Yuri s wings. If Bren ever
found the three people left of the hunting party that had tried to kill
them&
 You ve got to calm down, Bren, Michel said, stopping his
pacing with a well-placed hand on his shoulder. It was weird to think
that just a few months ago the idea of working side by side with
Michael s angel was distasteful. As a rule, Michael s and Lucifer s
angels just didn t get along very well. Now Bren couldn t imagine a
life without every single one of them.
He pulled Michel closer and nuzzled his hair as he wrapped his
arms around him. The angel took the hint and leaned into him. Thank
God. Michel kissed the side of Bren s neck. The urge to gather all of
his men to him and dissolve into a puddle of exhausted thankfulness
was one that Bren had difficulty resisting, but before they could sleep,
they had to know how the hunters attacked them. Yuri s brain would
be of great use right about now, but his was asleep, trying to heal the
massive injuries to his wings upstairs in the bed beside a still-
unconscious Cross.
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A loud banging on their front door had the three guardians
tensing. Another series of loud banging followed.
 Please! Open the door! Please!
Bren and Michel drew their swords in unison. The muffled voice
sounded familiar. Bren looked through the spy hole and saw Marius
and his two mates standing on their front porch. He was half naked as
were his mates. They looked like they d left wherever they d been in
a hurry. Healing arrow marks dotted the angel s pale skin in the gray
morning light. The two nephilim by his side looked shaken. The
smaller one was crying. He glanced back at his men, who nodded at
him to open the door.
He swung it open, and Marius ushered his mates inside. His eyes
widened as he took in their drawn swords. His shoulders slumped, and
a look of pure defeat crossed over his face.
 Please, I just want to get my lovers safe. Please.
Bren could detect no deceit in those words nor in the expression
that Marius wore.
 How do we know you didn t bring the wolves to our door?
Michel asked, his voice hard. How Bren had ever thought Michel was
too nice was beyond him. He was fiercely protective and turned into a
real hard-ass whenever he sensed something that posed a potential
threat to his men. It made sense for him to be that way, even if it was
weird. The Archangel Michael was, after all, Heaven s general, but
still, the hardness was a different side of Michel entirely.
Marius s green eyes narrowed.  You don t. But trust me when I
say I ll kill every one of the fuckers given the chance. His arms [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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