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Elena watched the ducks peck at each other in the pond in Central Park and thought about the last ti on the fact that even the ducks couldn’t be nonviolent as her ht frantically to find a way out of the mess in which she’d found herself—a el for another immortal as lethal

Shiold over her vision as she lifted her eyes to the sky, an echo of that fateful day “Hello, Archangel”

Raphael folded away his wings, his eyes on the ducks “Why do you find the?”

“I don’t I just like this spot” Her oings uncoainst the seat built for huh I think you need to sponsor a new bench over there” She pointed to a beautiful spot across the way; it’d be shaded by the delicate green leaves of a flowering cherry tree in suht nointer’s kiss in the air, the tree was all bone, stark against the evergreens

“It will be done,” Raphael said with a cool arrogance thathi many such benches?”

Elena blinked as she always did when she re in it Not in comparison to older iue, but her personal fortune wasimmortal Earned in the hunt that had broken her back, made her bleed until her throat filled with the iron dark fluid, and brought Raphael into her life, theridiculous amounts of interest in her Guild account

“Da like a rich chick”

“I will be most amused to watch this transformation”

Narrowing her eyes, she said, “Just you wait Before you know it, I’ll be one of the angels who lunch”

He laughed, her dangerous lover ore his strength as a second skin and had a face of such violent masculine beauty that she was stunned anew each tiht and eyes of a painful blue found nowhere else on this earth, Raphael was a man blooded with power—no one would ever el who had the capacity to snuff out a life as easily as she ht crush an ant

The wings that arced over his shoulders only deepened the sense of dangerous temptation His feathers hite, but for fine filaht Flawless wings, but for the astonishing “scar” of golden feathers where she’d once shot hiold, only for the process to continue past yellow-gold and to a glittering ht on those pri an illusion of white fire

“I’hter faded, “I have soretfully turn your attention in another direction”

Put on guard by his tone, she ignored the people in the distance whose ht of Raphael’s ahter “What is it?”