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He barked with laughter before taking another drink. “Taste the whiskey, Zaqiel.”
I did. It was smooth. Expensive.
“Did you hear what I said?”
He chuckled again. “Of course, I did. But no can do, we have rules, too, you know.”
“Since when has that stopped you?”
He threw me a sideways look. “I’ve got something to lose now,” he said.
Following his gaze, I looked over my shoulder at the woman walking across the apartment. She gracefully sat on the couch, folding her feet under her, and when she saw Frank looking, she beamed at him. I could almost feel the warmth from Frank as he smiled back in a way I had never seen him do before.
My God, he really loved her.
“It’s funny how it happens, isn’t it?” I asked.
“What?”
“How it takes only one human to make you see them all differently.”
Frank’s lip twitched. “I’ll stick to my one.” Frank glanced at me and barked out a laugh. “Look at you,smilingaway. You finally figured out how to smile.”
“I could always smile. I just never did foryou.”
“Only for her, huh?”
I didn’t answer, grinning into my drink.
Absentmindedly, I swirled the ice cubes in my glass in the silence that followed before finally sighing. “I don’t know what to do.”
Frank turned back and sunk in his chair. “Why don’t you tell me about it?”
I did. I told him the entire story. Who this man was I wanted dead and why. Frank stayed silent throughout the tale, not taking his eyes from the view in front of us. Every now and then, he’d smirk, and I figured he was judging me, but I no longer cared. Years ago, someone had told me one day I would feel as he did and that I would understand the desire to want to kill a human. At the time, I didn’t believe him, but I understood now.
Guess I owed him an apology now.
“The woman in the alleyway.” Frank lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes.”
“You said you had her. I didn’t realize you meant youhadher.”
“Frank.” My tone was a warning, and he chuckled again. I wasn’t here to listen to his snide comments.
He didn’t speak again for a few minutes. Occasionally, he’d rub his chin or run a hand over his face as though he was working his way through possibilities. I hoped he was trying to figure out how to help me. He had no reason to really, but I knew that Frank would know—if an angel wanted someone dead, there was averygood reason for it.
I tolerated the silence as long as I could, and just when I thought I was about to break, he spoke.
“I might be able to help us both,” he mumbled.
“How?”
Standing abruptly, Frank smiled that award-winning smile at me, the one that adorned magazines and brochures for his company. “The less you know, the better, angel boy.”
I downed the last of my whiskey and handed him the empty glass. “Do you need anything from me?”
Frank was grinning now, and it made me feel as though I didn’t want to ask what his plan was. He shook his head, never losing the sneer. “No, I got this.”
