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She’d heard the beginning of this tale already. But the Landstuhl part… She was born in Landstuhl. In a military hospital. Twenty years ago.
Seren nodded, his face solemn. “We know. You and ten other newborn females were gifted with grace from the Seraph and whatever from the demon. The gifts gave you power.”
Her hand shot out, stopping Seren because she needed a minute. No, she needed a lifetime to absorb the information just dumped in her lap. “This sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. An angel and a demon walk into a nursery. A nursery! And poisons—”
“It is not poison,” Agone snapped.
“Really?” She cranked her head around and nailed him with a death glare. “As a helpless, only hours-old baby, I and ten newborn girls were infected.” She had a hard time wrapping her brain around how utterly vulnerable she was and could do nothing about it. “Did my parents know? Did any of the parents know? Give their permission?”
“No,” they said in unison.
It took all she had not to march out the front door and not return. Just keep walking. Was there a manual on how to escape a demon and an angel stalker?
Seren paced the length of the living room, back and forth. It was a brief journey. With his long strides, it only took two steps before he had to whip around. “As a celestial being, a Seraph does not need permission from a human being.” Seren didn’t hide the blatant scorn in his voice. “You were chosen,” he shouted. “Chosen out of four million infants born each year; you werechosen. Do you understand how special that makes you?”
It made her an ungrateful guinea pig.
“No. You do not.” He continued pacing. “You’d throw this gift away and resume your mundane life.”
“Because it’s my life.” She pounded her chest. “No angel or demon had a right to walk in and change it to suit their needs,” she shouted.
“They gifted you with powers,” Agone bit out.
“Powers?” She scoffed and glared at him. “What powers? I can’t fly. I can’t shoot laser beams out of my eyes. Or dodge bullets.”
“They didn’t turn you into Superman.”
“No shit, Sherlock,” she spat. “Make that Wonder Woman, not Superman. They also didn’t teach me how to balance my checking account, not get bullied in high school, and not be a punching bag for my mom’s boyfriend.”
The sudden silence was deafening. Had she been dropped into a vacuum? She almost checked her hearing when Agone demanded, “Tell me their names and I will kill all who hurt you.” Damn if she wasn’t tempted to take him up on the offer.
“No killing tonight.” Seren lowered himself into the secondhand armchair. It creaked.
“You do not control me, angel. I kill who I want. When I want.” Agone’s congenial tone was the antithesis of his words.
Seren smiled, and it was as if the sun had come out to play. “If that were true, you would not have been summoned for this assignment.”
So. I’m an assignment. A chore. Good to know.“As I said, I have no powers.”
“That you know of.”
“As of yet.”
Both said at the same time.
Eden sat back and folded her arms. “If I had powers, I wouldn’t hide them. Trust me, I’d be the friendly neighborhood superhero. Fighting crime and looking damn good doing it.”
Agone chuckled while the heat in Seren’s eyes... She felt it beneath her skin, seeping into her bones, slowly roasting her. And, judging by her tightening nipples and her slick core, she liked it.
Eden crossed her legs and slowly squeezed. Seren snickered. It was low, barely audible, but she heard it and so did Agone, who’d observed the entire encounter, and grinned. No one missed the underlying sexual tension. In this screwed up situation, she couldn’t handle it. Didn’t want to handle it. Not from one of them, never mind both of them. Ménage à no!
Now to convince her hard nipples and weeping pussy.
She looked down at the hardwood, up at the popcorn ceiling, and finally over Seren’s shoulder into the dark kitchen because she couldn’t look at either of them, not when her cheeks were red. They knew and nothing could be more embarrassing.
“You were gravely wounded only a few hours ago,” Seren said. “A human would’ve died in the emergency room, and if they’d survived, the recovery would’ve been months, if not years. Yet, you are here, hale and hearty, all your parts intact, sitting in your living room, having a conversation with an angel and a Hell spawn. A normal day occurrence for the average human?”
Eden gritted her teeth. Seren had a point. An undeniable point. “I don’t know how to answer that question.”
