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I wish she had because the growing ache in my chest was only increasing with every step I took away from her. If she had called, I’d have been too weak to say no.
ZAQIEL
Exhaustion was raking over my body by the time I stepped foot in my apartment. The emotional toll apparently took as much, if not more, out of me than the physical toll. While the walk home in the dawn chill had reinvigorated me somewhat, there were some things that even my accelerated healing powers couldn’t deal with.
“Well, well, well. Look who’s home.”
My shoulders slumped as I closed the door behind me. I had forgotten I had offered Candy to stay the night after having a shower and something to eat. I told her I’d be back last night when I had gone to check on Evie, but I had been distracted.
Candy had a smirk plastered on her face, and it did nothing but irritate me.
“Who is she, Zaqiel?” she asked.
“No one.”
She had one of my t-shirts on and nothing else. I could see her clothes drying over the back of some chairs. Evidently, she had washed them in the shower. When she approached me, I could see she was naked underneath the t-shirt as she walked, and she grinned when she saw me looking, not stopping until we were chest to chest.
“Bullshit. You smell like sex and sweat, and you look like shit. You’ve been up all night fucking.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Hey, I’m not judging. I’m just wondering what a girl has to do to get that sort of attention from you.”
I stuttered my way through asking what she meant, and she simply smiled coyly and walked her fingers up my bare chest. “You can’t pretend you haven’t thought about it, about fucking me, and I’vecertainlybeen thinking about it.” Her eyes did a sweep of my body before coming to rest on my chest. Candy wasn’t looking me in the eyes, only my body. It wasn’t a nice feeling. “Your body is amazing, and I’d love to feel that cock of yours inside me.”
I grabbed her hand. “No, I’m helping you. That’s not what this is about.”
She smirked as I grunted when she grabbed at my cock through my pants, gripping. “How about you letmehelpyou?”
Stepping away, I pushed her hands from me, and she tried to undo my pants. “No, Margaret.”
She pouted. “Don’t call me that.”
Stepping back as she moved forward again, I grabbed her shoulders and held her at arm’s length. “I saidno. Now please, let me get some sleep. I’ll take the couch.”
“So what did you bring me here for then? You’re not even man enough to use me.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“I don’t need your fucking help.”
Sighing when she finally turned away after glaring at me and returned to the bedroom, I collapsed on the couch and let the exhaustion take over.
For the first time in a long while, I woke up comfortable. I felt warm and protected and at home.
It didn’t take me long to realize why.
My wings were out, curling around me as if cocooning me from the outside world. They were a part of me but magical all on their own. It was hard to have them folded away all the time as though I had lost a limb or had one arm tied behind my back constantly. In the early morning light, the dark grays appeared lighter than they were, each large feather reflecting the light differently.
It felt nice to be whole again.
I was shaken from my comfort when there was a bang from the bedroom, and I realized why my wings were out.
Something was wrong.
My body had responded before my mind, wrapped up in my exhaustion, and my senses hadn’t been as sharp. But my otherworldly sense had, my wings unfolding and surrounding me, protecting me from any lurking danger.
I stood, leaving my wings out.
