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“Hah. Don’t play at being cool. You don’t even know what alternative music is.”
“Busted.”
Michael eased his grip on the hilt of his sword. “You are to be given a night to consider your predicament. The OC says he has something to sweeten the pot. Wait. Not sweeten. Poison. If you ignore the debt and punishment, he will sterilize all humans and Aeternals. No more offspring will be born. Both species will die off.”
Indigo’s mouth flew open, her hand clasped over it. “That’s cruel. Petty.”
Michael shrugged.
Unbearable rage thundered through Ohngel. When his power threatened to explode, he thrust out his wings, shooting into the sky, his roar echoing across mountain tops. Bolts of fires struck the ground. Angry clouds rolled overhead. His future was collapsing. And he could do nothing to prevent it.
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After two bouts of fast and furious sex with Roark, Indigo slumped against the headboard. For the longest time, she was speechless. Then questions spewed from her lips.
“Can he destroy humans and Aeternals?”
“Yes.”
“Would he?”
Roark rested his head in her lap. “Yes.”
“Can we stop him?”
“We call him the OneCreator for a good reason. Above his throne is a phrase. I giveth. I taketh away. At least, that’s what he claims it says. It’s written in a language I can’t understand. I think the next line should read So don’t fuck with me. Every once in a while just to give the willies to his Feard assassins, he points to it as a reminder. Usually, we’re dumber than shit when it comes to tact or listening, but we’re smart enough to shut our mouths if his finger flips to the memory-aide.”
She stroked Roark’s arm, eliciting an immediate response down south. “So, rock. Hard place. If you don’t willingly forsake me by returning to Vast as a winged-assassin, my kind and humans bite the dust. I guess we know the right path.”
His silence was his agreement.
Indigo stroked along his jaw. “Tell me something about yourself.”
“You know everything that’s important. What else is there?”
“I don’t know Ohngel. You shapeshift?”
“Yes. I can take any form, but I prefer creatures with wings. I love flight, the night skies. I’m also partial to fire. So I get a hard-on when I combine the two. My faves are the Phoenix, dragons, and such.”
“What’s it like to live so long?”
“I didn’t handle it well for millennia. I’m a work in progress. Better than before. Not perfect.”
“Who is?” She smirked.
“You.”
“Ha.”
He rose to sit, clasping her cheeks between his palms. “You have a good heart, Indy. Your soul is pure. You’ll never convince me otherwise.”
She sniffled. “I killed my own father. Who does that?”
“Some things need doing. Good people often have hard decisions to make.”
She appreciated his words, but the guilt was ingrained. “Tell me about your job.”
“My task is to chase down immortals who break the OneCreator’s laws. Sometimes we deliver true death. Sometimes we just haul their asses to Angor.”
