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I swivel my torso and meet her with my own grin that fades the second she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. The urge to close the space completely overwhelms me, our moment together stirring something dark inside me. I crave to taste her lips. To see if my kiss can remind her of the knowledge burning a hole inside me.
I swallow and lean an inch closer, seeing if she’ll be the one to come to me. “Darlin’, you’re going to get me in trouble all over again if you keep looking at me like that. I’m starting to remember our past, and it’s getting to me in a good way.”
She tilts her head slightly. “Yeah? Will you tell me what you know?”
“We were close. Inseparable. Alone together in that life just as we are now,” I murmur, afraid to give more details. What if it pushes her away? But then again, what if she stays? “We saved each other in a way.”
“It must be so strange.” Raven eases closer, mingling her breath with mine. I’m glad I smoked my last cigarette hours ago. “I still can’t imagine having a completely other life.”
“I’m sorry I lost you then.” I don’t know why I say it, but the words never felt truer. “Grace.”
“Grace,” she repeats. “How fucking ridiculous, right? Grace stole your grace.”
I chuckle, loving how she speaks like a woman after my heart. “I gave it to you. It was the final move for me as an angel. I gave it to you before I fell, which is why I returned as a mortal. At least I think. This is the first time the thought came into my head. Fuck, the things you do to me on a level I never knew possible.”
“I wonder what else I could do to help break your past life free.” She caresses her fingers over my cheek, making me shiver. Is that an innuendo, and I’m too chicken shit to flirt back? What if she’s being genuine in her curiosity? I guess I’ll find out. I’m already dying, so I might as well lose all my fucks toward the woman who has my soul but also is off-limits. Fuck forbidden love.
“Is that so?” I say, cupping my hand over hers, pressing her fingers harder to my cheek. I crave to feel the weight of her touch.
Her expression says it all as blush tints her cheeks. “Mmmhmm. All the possibilities burn through me.”
Fuck yeah. She wants me to make a move. I can feel it in the ache in my balls. How she licks her lips in anticipation. “I have a few in mind.”
She tips her head and inches closer. “Show me.”
My body buzzes as I lean in to kiss her, my whole being on the verge of exploding. I’ve never felt like this with anyone. This is different than a couple flings. Some dates. This is soul deep.
“Raven, fuck. Are you hurt?” Kase storms into the safe room with Micah behind him. “Micah said the bastard got in.”
“He used my soul,” I say, speaking up. My palms sweat at the fire erupting in Kase’s palm. I tense and grab Raven, instinctually trying to shield her from wrath himself. “If Micah and Raven hadn’t come hom—” I snap my mouth closed. One look into Micah’s glowing orange eyes screams I’m a damn fuckup for running my mouth.
Spinning, Kase punches Micah in the gut, sending him crashing into the wall. “What kind of bullshit are your trying to pull? Do you want Raven to fail? Do you really think Lucian will pick you as her punisher for eternity? I damn well know he won’t.”
Raven scrambles to her feet and braves getting between the two assholes. “Come on, Kase. It’s not like that. We thought Elias would be safe here.”
Kase blows hellfire in anger, sending it billowing across the room. “Angel-girl, Elias looks like he’s about to drop dead. Why don’t you help him to Dante’s room, so he can help him the second he gets back?”
“And leave you two here to fight?” she places her hands on her hips.
Fear tightens my chest, and I cough, my whole body tensing at Raven getting in Kase’s face. My hacking up a lung is enough to draw their focus from each other. Raven rushes toward me, a frown pouting her face.
“Micah, can you help me carry him?” Raven asks, glancing over her shoulder. “I don’t think I can do it.”
Striding past Kase, Micah stomps toward me. And damn. It’s déjà vu all over again. A memory breaks free and I see Micah in all his angelic glory with his white wings and golden eyes. Features soft and easy-going and utterly familiar.
He manhandles me and lifts me off my feet. “I’m doing this for Raven, you treacherous, greedy, selfish bastard. Do you understand?”
“I guess?” My words come out as a question. I can’t recall exactly what kind of history I have with Micah, but I know it’s there, and he plans to hold it against me.
What the fuck ever.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Raven calls, motioning for Micah to take me.
I don’t get a chance to argue or do anything really.
I’m no match for a devil.
Micah carries me from the room like he’s about to toss me out like the trash. Maybe I deserve it. I don’t know.
