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“Not this again.” Ramiel rolled his eyes. “You’re not a single entity occupying a closed system, Wrath. You’re part of an alliance, and that means you are answerable to that alliance.”
Fair enough, the fucker had him on a technicality there. “But you’re not heading that alliance, and you don’t get to control me.” He’d like to see Ramiel try. Actually, he’d love to see Ramiel try. He’d relish the opportunity to beat the fuck out of him. Especially in his current mood. Which reminded him. “You refer to Eddie as my get again, and I’m going to rearrange your pretty face. Then I’ll rip your pussy white wings off your back and shove them up your ass.
“Really, Wrath.” Ramiel grimaced. “Must you make threats you can’t execute?” Power crackled around Ramiel, setting his skin aglow and making his muscles swell.
In a fight between him and Ramiel, there would be no winner, but Wrath would enjoy the getting to stalemate. “Wanna give that a try?”
Ramiel sighed, an angel with the weight of the world on his shoulders. “I’m not going to indulge your desire for violence, Satanus.”
“Oooh, my real name. I’m really scared now.” Wrath added a little muscle flex to that one. He might not have his powers, but he could still toss some hurt around. “What’s next, Mum? Will you send me to bed without any dinner?”
“Haziel is there for your protection as much as anything else,” Ramiel said.
That right there made Wrath want to pound his pretty fucking face into the linoleum. “I don’t need protection from some low-grade, half-powered, feathered lightweight.”
Ramiel laughed. “I would hardly call Haziel a lightweight.” He cocked his head, those pond slime greens glimmering with amusement. “Tell me, Satanus, how did it work out for you the last time you miscalculated a lesser being’s power?” He tapped a finger against his chin. “Oh right, silly me, you lost your daughter the last time you were arrogant enough to underestimate an underling.”
Again, fucker had him on a technicality, so Wrath switched tacks. “Let’s talk about sweet Haziel.”
Ramiel’s eyes flashed a warning.
Adrenaline fueled Wrath. “Such a pretty little armful.” He imitated Ramiel and tapped his chin. “If she’s going to be on my heels, I might take advantage of what you’ve been refusing.” He sent a mental apology to Haziel, this wasn’t about her. He was just using her to piss Ramiel off, and it was working.
Ramiel swelled to twice his size. “You will stay respectful of Haziel.”
“Like you are?” Wrath reveled in the sore spot he’d found. “For a being who is so protective of her, I notice you don’t hesitate to use her feelings for you against her.”
“You know nothing of which you speak.” Ramiel switched to angelic in his anger. “Haziel has value to me, and you will not touch her.”
Wrath stepped right up to his swollen counterpart. “Or what?”
“I will end you,” Ramiel growled and disappeared his ass out of there.
Wrath was taking that as win, although he was still spoiling for the fight the archangel pussy had denied him.
“Even for you, that was low,” Haziel said from the doorway.
He repressed his guilt and turned to face her. Maybe it would be a good time to find out how not lightweight she was. “Even for me?” he drawled.
“You’re a dick, Wrath.” She shrugged, cool as a cucumber. “We both know this to be true.”
Motherfucker! These technicalities were like shackles. He was a dick. And because he was, he said, “You should be thanking me.”
Haziel laughed, and it was such a pure, sweet sound, he nearly lost the edge of his hard riding anger. “I can’t wait to hear this.”
“For a being who treats you like a doormat, Ramiel is super protective over you.” Wrath stepped close enough to catch the scent of her—lotus and rose—and lowered his voice. “Wanna use me to make him jealous?”
Her soft olive-green eyes crinkled in her tawny pretty face. “Oh, Wrath, you’re impossible.” Her giggle took the last of his bad temper away. She placed one long, slim hand on his chest. “You only want to provoke Ramiel.”
Three thoughts hit him in rapid succession. One, her small hand felt so right against his chest. Secondly, it had been since Rosabella that he had shared his time and space, and his body, with a female. And thirdly, and strangest of all, he didn’t feel rage anymore.
Chapter Five
Sophia sat in the auditorium of the Paradise Players Theatre and stared at the dark stage. Humans really were the most ingenious species. Over the ages, they’d constantly amazed her with their ability to entertain themselves. For beings who had such a short lifespan, they seemed determined to extract every ounce of pleasure from their existence they could. She didn’t like this particular age. Humans had lost contact with what they really were. They scurried around in isolation and ignored that their true strength lay in what they could achieve together.
She remembered when theatre had been a group of humble priests delivering religion to the masses. They had been so passionate about getting their message out, and so determined to deliver it in language that the masses understood.
Even then, she’d been drawn to theatre.
