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They orgasmed together, no frantic thrusting, no thrashing of bodies, no screams of completion. Just a long, slow, sweet ride into all time.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Ohngel stood on a low bluff at the edge of the Aleam Ocean overlooking Covenkirk, the region of witches and warlocks, the seat of Scath’s government, a place he longed to call home. It was not to be.
Indy was tucked under his blazing wing, impervious to its heat, a hand on his chest, her body curling into his. Whether he lived this one day only or an eternity, this was where he belonged, beside the most beautiful, strongest-willed, smartest female who had trusted him even when he was most untrustworthy.
Again an explosion of light preceded the white-winged warrior in full battle dress, a sword in the sheath on his back. “Indigo. Ohngel,” greeted Michael once he landed.
The fire-winged assassin nodded, fearing to use his voice, raspy with deep emotion.
“What is your decision?” asked Michael, his wings disappearing.
Ohngel cleared his throat. “What choice do we have?”
“You could doom humans and Aeternals. Nobody much cares.”
The side of Ohngel’s mouth curled into a snarl. “I’ll return with you while Indy stays here.”
“So be it, Ohngel, Roark, raven shifter, dragon, Phoenix, fire-winged Feard assassin of the OneCreator. You have chosen wisely. Your sacrifice is noted.” Michael spun around, lifting a booted foot to walk away.
Instead, he sighed, pausing, planting both feet on the ground. He was always with the dramatic staging.
He pivoted to face them. “But … and it is a big but … you are one lucky bastard.”
Ohngel snarled. “I’m not feeling lucky.”
“No?” Michael gave a lyrical lilt to the short question. “You will. The boss decided you can commute. Still keep your old job. It seems you are valued. Although why he needs a cantankerous dickhead like you boggles my mind. Rather, he should savor the likes of a loyal subject such as myself.”
Ohngel and Indigo twinned wide-eyed shock. Surely he misheard. “We’ll get to the inaccuracies of those personal descriptions in a moment. But now, explain commute.”
“You know. Live with the skirt…”
Indigo shoved out from the protection of his wing. “The skirt? Again? What kind of antiquated male bullshit is this? Come on, Roark, love. Let me toast his royal misguided assiness.”
Raising a hand and ignoring Indigo, Michael continued. “Commute. Seems self-explanatory to me. Should I add braindead to your list of unsavory traits? You know, travel to the job.”
“Are you saying we don’t have to give each other up?” Ohngel’s throat constricted, his words hoarse.
“I think I said that. If you accepted your punishment and debt, okayed being apart rather than accepting the destruction of two species, the OneCreator directed me to deliver this revised message. He is allowing you to be together. Good deal, huh? Apparently, he is soft-hearted when it comes to true love.”
Ohngel glanced at Indy, aware he could blow the deal with his question. “What about the witch beside me?”
“What about her?”
“She will pass to the Evermore too soon.”
Indy chewed on her lower lip.
“You’re pushing it, Ohngel,” said Michael.
“Most likely.” He held his breath before going on. “If the OneCreator is soft on love, he might grant us more time together.”
Michael spread his legs, a warrior’s stance. “I see how immortality without this female at your side could be boring. How could you live without her smart-ass comebacks? Her difficulty with authority? Her… Can you cook?”
Indy shrugged. “When inspiration strikes.”
“Which is probably never. Anyway, the OneCreator predicted you’d request this even though it could blow a great deal. He authorized me to approve her remaining with you through eternity. Not only that, but you are free to bring her to Vast or Angor. I think the big guy has taken a liking to her. What is your answer? The job? The perks?”
