“Who is Devyn?” Mikos’s head tilted, his dark eyes questioning. Confused. And more than a little bit annoyed if she read his expression correctly. Bully for her. She wasn’t here to make the angel’s life easier.
“It doesn’t matter who she is. She was with me the night I, er…” Lexi paused, her mind’s voice tripping over the word. Taking a deep breath, she continued, “Died. She was with me the night I died. I need to know what happened to her. I need to know if she was harmed by those men.”
“She is not important.”
Lexi sucked in a breath. Her eyes narrowed. “She’s important to me. And whether I believe your proof or not, I’ll stay and train while we look for Devyn.”
He ran fingers through his hair and swiped his hand down the back until he rubbed the back of his neck. She could almost see the thoughts whirling through his mind. Probably the same ones in hers. What did she have to lose by agreeing? What was the downside to staying here and training for a job she believed was a joke?
Her instincts didn’t scream danger at her. Meaning he wasn’t a threat. At least a physical threat. Her mental state? Well, that was another thing.
Seeming to come to an understanding in his mind, he nodded. “Very well. I will help you find your Devyn.”
Lexi took a mental step backward. Was she really going to do this? Stay and train? Since he couldn’t possibly prove his angelic claim, she’d lose nothing by staying. As long as he helped her find Devyn.
But, what if, by some weird burp in the universe, he pulled it off? She’d have to believe, right?
Her inner Lexi scoffed, yeah and what about being around a man who’s already proven he can make you howl with desire?
And did she dare believe when he said he wanted nothing from her? Her lips firmed. He promised to help her find Devyn. And right now, that was more than enough. Besides, she could handle him if he decided to be frisky.
“Lexi?”
She lifted her lashes, and it was her turn to look deeply into Mikos’s polished gray eyes. The longer she stared the more she was able to see beyond the surface to the soul of the man. Her vision narrowed into a needle point. Light dwelled behind his gaze. Pure light heavily surrounded by gray and dark whirls but still light.
Eyes were supposed to be the windows to a person’s soul. For the first time in her life, she believed it. And if what she saw was true, Mikos’s had a well of sadness, pain and guilt she figured never emptied. Her own soul twisted with the strength of his emotions.
She tore her eyes from his and took a deep breath. Words failed her. All she did was nod. Satisfaction filled his eyes.
“Apud mei voluntas, ego precor vos.” His voice rang out, the clear sound striking like a hammer to a bell. Bold, powerful.
“Hey, girl.”
Lexi started. The familiar, yet completely and utterly impossible, southern-style intonation that invoked the sensation of sun-filled days, skin wrapping moisture and the sweet-tangy smell of citronella scented flowers from the southern magnolia, flowed throughout the room. Her knees wobbled. She knew that voice. She knew the woman who owned the sultry drawl.
A flicker of movement caught her attention. The form of her best friend in the whole world shimmered into view. Catherine, Kat, Ferchaud.
Kat who had been dead for the last seven years.
Lexi gawked at the apparition, unable to articulate a single thought. She couldn’t even manage to squeak out an expression of alarm.
However, she did stumble back a few steps only to come up against a warm, unyielding surface. Mikos grabbed her by the upper arms to steady her. A good thing because her knees buckled under her.
Her gaze locked onto Kat. Her friend’s body was solid, if a bit smoky about her outlines. Her eyes held the same deep affection Lexi had returned so long ago. More than a best friend, Kat was the sister of her soul.
And she was dead. Or had died.
Mentally, Lexi shook her head. What was she saying?
Kat was dead. Lexi remembered the sharp crack of a gunshot, the hot, copper smell of blood, the screams of the others who’d had the bad fortune, like Kat, to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
For her best friend, though, it hadn’t just been about that. For her it had been about choices.
Kat hadn’t had the same kind of childhood as Lexi. From a wealthy home, with both parents still alive, Kat had chosen to rebel against the strictures of the wealthy society she’d been born into.
Lexi had already been living on the streets a year before she found Kat. Or rather, before Kat had found her. The younger girl, brand new to the streets, had wavered on the cusp of turning tricks to earn money for a place to stay.
Prissy, innocent, yet bristling with determination and deep strength, Kat had quickly found a place in Lexi’s heart. She’d stopped the younger girl from embarking on a prostitute role, and together they’d worked the subways, picking pockets of the careless and arrogant.
Kat’s mistake, the one that had led to her death, was falling for the wrong guy. Or, because she’d loved Asher deeply, maybe the right guy, but totally the wrong time and place.
“I’ve missed you,” the figure that looked and sounded like Kat said.
Lexi tore her wandering attention from the past and focused on the now. On the apparition with the shape, appearance and sound of her best friend.
Her dead best friend for those who hadn’t kept up.
“This isn’t real. It’s impossible,” Lexi said even though common sense said otherwise. For Pete’s sake, she had conversations with rocks. Demons visited her in her apartment and tried to make bargains. Why couldn’t Kat be real?
Tender understanding shadowed the sparkle in Kat’s emerald eyes. “I’m real.” She shrugged and gave a deprecating laugh. “Well, I’m as real as a ghost can be.”
“How are you here?”
Kat looked at a point over Lexi’s shoulder. At Mikos. With the silent reminder, she suddenly felt the warmth of his body against her back. The contours of his lean body melded against her curves.
“He called,” Kat said. “I came. Besides, I knew you needed me.”
Lexi yanked away from Mikos. He called? She turned to face him. Good grief. She turned to face an angel.
Her gaze traveled over the powerful set of shoulders. The compelling dark eyes, the firm features and square chin. At the black hair gleaming in a kaleidoscope of jewel-like colors under the overhead light.
Mikos’s hip leaned against the mahogany desk, his hands resting on the edge now that they weren’t holding her upright. Crossed legs gave him a relaxed appearance. A complete farce. The alertness of the eyes under heavy lids shouted a different story. Likely wondering what she would do with the proof of what he said right before her.
In all of the pictures she’d seen of angels, none had ever looked like him. All of the angels she’d seen were blond, pale of skin, dressed in white robes and had white wings.
Wings.
She vaguely remembered dark wings springing from behind Mikos. At the club. The night she, uh, died. Again mentally shaking her head, Lexi ignored, for the moment, the whole angel issue. She couldn’t handle Kat’s return and a real angel.
Lexi walked over to Kat and stood about a foot from her shimmering form. “Are you real?” she put out a hand, wanting to touch her best friend.
Kat stepped, er, floated back and shook her head. “I’m as real as a spirit can be. You can’t touch me, Lex. In that way, I don’t exist.
“Besides, it would knock you on your ass.”
Tension eased, and Lexi chuckled. The apparition looked like Kat. Sounded like Kat. Could this really be happening? Her throat thick with emotion, Lexi said, “I’ve missed you too.”
Kat smiled, her spectral eyes soft with warmth and concern. “So, what kind of trouble are you causing for Mikos?”
Lexi shot a quick glance at the quiet man. Angel? God, she couldn’t seem to wrap her head around that. How was it easier to see a ghost then an a
ngel?
He hitched his shoulders in a brief shrug but remained silent.
“Apparently nothing he can’t handle.” Lexi’s tone was wry. She wasn’t sure what trouble she caused him, but he certainly had caused enough upheaval in her life.
A faint smile curved Kat’s lips. She seemed on the verge of saying something when Mikos spoke.
“Come,” he said in a clipped tone. “I’ll show you where you will stay.”
Without waiting for her response, he strode to the hallway, his walk filled with confidence as if he expected her to follow meekly at his heels. She shrugged. Why not. She’d promised.
“Okay,” she said. “After that, I’ll head back to my apartment and grab a few things.”
Lexi’s mind organized the things she’d need with her. Then came to an abrupt halt when she hit a firm, masculine back.
“Hey!”
Mikos turned. Lexi didn’t have a chance to step back. His sudden stop and spin put him within inches of her face. She hastily retreated a couple of steps. Shit, she didn’t care if he thought her scared, she just didn’t want to be that close to him. It did funny things to her senses, knocking them out of sync.
“You agreed to remain here.” His lips were drawn into a tight line, his eyebrows lowered.
“I know, but you didn’t expect me to not go back for any of my things? And what about my job? Or school? Am I supposed to give everything up?”
“Lexi, I will take care of all your needs. Your old life is no longer. Once you agreed to train, you agreed to give up your current life.”
Her mouth dropped open. She snapped it shut a second later. “I only agreed to train, and to stay with you while I did. I didn’t agree to give up everything I’ve worked for.” She lifted her chin. “What if you discover I’m not the person you think I am? Then what am I supposed to do?”
His tight expression eased, and a slight smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “You are the Defender.”
“Says you. Or can’t angels be wrong?” Lexi sighed. “I won’t give up my life.”
“You have to,” Mikos said. “You have no choice.”
She bristled, actually feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention. What an asinine comment.
“No choice? What a crock. Of course I have a choice, and right now, I’m choosing to walk out this door and go back to my apartment. When I’m done picking up some of my things, I’ll come back here to train as I promised. Then you’ll keep your promise.”
She started for the door, but before she got close, it slammed shut. On its freaking own. Spinning around, Lexi scowled. Eyes wide, palms spread, Mikos was the picture of innocence. If she ignored the cocky lift of his eyebrow and quirk of his lips.
“Open the door.”
“No.”
“Open the goddamned door!”
“You would go back on your word?” Mikos’s tone had changed from determined to a silky, smooth voice, tinged with the iron edge of anger.
“I’m not going back on my word.” She jabbed a finger in his direction. “But I’m not staying here without some of my things.”
“It is too dangerous.”
Lexi threw up her hands. “Now, it’s too dangerous? What happened in the last,” she looked at her watch, “hour that changed?”
“You hadn’t told me about Beliel.”
“For Pete’s sake! He didn’t harm me,” Lexi said. She could feel the heat rising in her chest and neck as anger short-circuited her system.
“You can’t trust him.”
“I don’t trust anyone. Him. You.”
“Mikos, perhaps you should…” Kat’s worried tone trailed off when both Lexi and Mikos turned to glare at her.
Damn. A Mexican standoff. Kat should have known her friend would not accept such a dictatorial approach. Lexi hadn’t as a young adult, and it looked like the past seven years had done little to change that. The problem was Mikos was used to being in control.
Ever since her death, Kat had lingered in the Spirit Realm. Despite her lack of body, she’d been, well, compelled to stay close to Lexi. The Angels, those closest to the Physical Realm, tried to convince Kat to pass on. She couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. Either way, over the past seven years, she’d watched. And agonized as her friend lost every last bit of faith. In people. In herself.
Had it been coincidence Kat found Mikos? Or had it been some kind of greater design that began their friendship? After meeting Mikos, he’d told her about his search for a mysterious, powerful woman who was supposed to save the world. Kat realized he meant Lexi.
Her best friend’s destiny made sense. Even during those dark times on the streets, Lexi protected the weak. It was how she and Lexi had hooked up. Kat’s own bad fortune, and decisions, had led her to fall in love with a dangerous man. Only, she hadn’t known it at the time. Death changed that.
She had loved Ash with everything she had.
Heart.
Soul.
Everything.
And, she still believed he’d loved her. None of that changed the irrefutable fact her beloved Ash was a demon. Not the fallen variety, but a full blood, black-souled demon. Even as a specter, Kat felt the betrayal. And the loss.
And even, at times, the love.
Pulling herself from the painful memories, Kat looked at Lexi and Mikos standing toe to toe. There was attraction there.
For both of them.
Kat frowned. Mikos was an angel. A fallen angel who’d seen the error of his ways and served the Light, but still fallen. He couldn’t get involved with Lexi for many reasons, least of all which it was forbidden.
Lexi, on the other hand, desperately needed someone. Kat had watched as each time her friend let someone near, which had been rare, something made her pull back. It would take the equivalent of a battering ram to break the barrier Lexi had around her heart.
A shiver swept through Kat’s spectral form. Beliel. While she’d never had the misfortune to cross his path, she’d certainly heard of him. Many, many times.
A king of darkness said to have been created second only to Lucifer, yet equal in his desire to sow chaos and evil in the Earthly realm. Worse, she’d heard the rumors that Beliel was one of Lucifer’s sons.
Kat pushed away the gloomy thoughts and focused on her angry friend and the dark angel. With her hands fisted on her hips and her chin jutting forward, Lexi appeared the very essence of fury.
“Tell him.” She slanted a look at Kat, Lexi’s expression held frustration and an appeal for assistance. “Tell him I won’t stay here without some of my things.”
Kat wanted to side with Lexi, but this was between the fallen angel and her friend. She couldn’t interfere. Luckily, Mikos took the choice from her.
“Kat, I give you leave to depart.” His icy tone shimmered in the room. Kat could almost see the words crystallizing in the air. And the mounting fury in Lexi’s copper gaze. Uh, oh.
“Sorry, Lexi, gotta go. I’ll see you soon. I promise.” After a final glance at her headstrong friend, Kat faded into the Spirit Realm. God above, she hoped Mikos knew what he was doing.
Lexi stared, her nostrils flaring as her only ally faded from view. Damn it! What control did Mikos have over Kat?
Lexi turned back to him. A satisfied look tugged at the corners of his lips.
“Fine, send her away.” She puffed out a breath, feeling her gritted teeth slide together. “I don’t need her support, you coward.”
She started forward again, her hands rose to push him away. There was no chance in hell she was going to stay here with him and not have some of her own things. Her clothes. Her weapons.
Her parents’ picture.
She had to give him credit. He didn’t move or flinch away from her approach even though she was sure her eyes showed her contemplating kicking his ass. Angel or not.
“What about Devyn?”
She froze. Low blow. Bastard.
Her mouth opened and closed several times. Great, now she lo
oked like a fish. “I haven’t forgotten about her.” Lexi lowered her chin slightly.
Time for some compromise.
“Listen, I only need a few of my personal things. You can allow,” she choked mentally on the word, “me to make myself comfortable with some of my items or we can keep fighting.” She gestured, her arm encompassing the room. “I know I promised, and I plan to keep it as long as you keep your side but I can’t stay here without my stuff.”
“Very well, I will go with you.”
For the second time, her mouth dropped open. This time, she left it there. What the hell had just happened? She’d thought for sure they’d be coming to blows again, but the damn angel had just capitulated without further argument.
Lexi didn’t want him anywhere near her apartment, but she had a sneaking suspicion she’d not win this battle. So, she lifted her shoulders. “Whatever. Let’s go.”
Mikos walked over to the weapon’s wall and pulled down a short blade. Bigger than a knife but smaller than a sword, the metal shone in the light. He tucked it into a scabbard, which he affixed to his hip.
“Is that necessary?” She tapped an impatient foot. “Do you expect to be attacked by a horde of knights?
“The demon could be waiting for you.”
She sighed. “Do whatever you want. One question. Where the hell are you going to hide that thing? Someone is going to notice it. I don’t think you want the police asking questions.”
Mikos nodded. Once the scabbard was buckled, he waved a hand over the weapon. Both blade and scabbard disappeared. He looked up and met her questioning eyes. “It is still there. Just invisible.”
Just invisible, huh? He said that as if was of no consequence. Maybe it wasn’t for him. For her, it was amazing. And bewildering.
While Mikos continued to choose and discard other items, Lexi thought about Beliel. The demon had offered her everything she’d always wanted if she’d give up something she didn’t have. She’d half thought his visit had been some kind of dream. But, if Mikos was real so was the demon.
That put a whole new perspective on the whole bargaining concept.
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