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But Logan didn’t want to debate what was and wasn’t his fault. He’d already settled that argument in his head.
“Do you talk about what you went through?” he asked his uncle.
Reseph shrugged one big shoulder. “Sometimes.”
“With Jillian?”
“Yeah. But even with her, I can’t share all of it.”
No, Logan supposed he couldn’t. The guy had become a literal plague upon the Earth and killed millions of innocent people in the worst ways imaginable. The burden Reseph lived with couldn’t be shouldered as well by anyone in all the realms, and Logan had a lot of respect for the guy.
“You can talk to me,” Logan said.
Reseph looked startled, and then his expression turned bemused. “No, nephew, I can’t. The only one who can understand this shit inside my head is Lilith. And she has to die.”
His fists clenched again, and just as Logan began to wonder how he could change the subject, Jillian joined them.
“Hey,” she called out, her warm smile bringing a grin to his uncle’s face. “Why don’t we go grab some dinner? I read some awesome reviews about that new fusion restaurant in Honolulu. They use human-realm vegetables grown in Sheoul soil. It’s supposed to make them taste completely different. I might actually like bell peppers for once.”
Reseph gestured back toward the house. “I need to talk to everyone first.”
“No, you don’t. We all agreed to discuss Lilith and what we’re going to do about her on Saturday at Limos’s place. Ares is going to try to contact Reaver and see what he knows and if he can help.”
“We haven’t heard from my father in months. I don’t know if he’s even getting our summonses.”
Logan’s grandfather, Reaver, one of the most powerful angels to have ever existed, had been MIA for a long time, along with his mate, Harvester. Time ran differently in Heaven, and Logan was used to them disappearing for weeks, and sometimes months at a time. But when summoned, they usually came. Logan was beginning to worry.
“Well, they’re going to try.” She patted Logan on the shoulder. “Blade and Mace are headed home if you want to hitch a ride in the Harrowgate with them.
“I’ll do that.” He inclined his head at his uncle. “Thanks for the talk.”
“You know where to find me if you need me.” He reached out and mussed Logan’s hair like he used to do when Logan was a kid. “And don’t let Rade near your head. I don’t trust any of that Sem mind-scrambling shit.”
“I won’t.”
Jillian gave him a hug, and then Reseph threw open a private Harrowgate that led to their home. They stepped inside and flashed away, leaving Logan alone on the beach.
He looked up at the sky and sighed. “Gramps, if you can hear me, we could use your help.”
A puffy cloud mocked him, hovering silently over his head like a jerk. He’d take it as a sign that Reaver either wasn’t listening or couldn’t hear. Either way, it looked like they were on their own.
Chapter Nine
Harvester loved Heaven. It was like the very best, most beautiful places on Earth times a million, minus the bugs and bad weather. She’d been back for three decades, and she still wasn’t over how awesome it was. She’d forgotten after thousands of years spent in Hell as a fallen angel, and now she tried to spend as much time as she could exploring all the endless nooks and crannies.
But sometimes, like today, she liked to hang out in a favorite spot and allow the positive, loving energy to flow like a sensual current on a raft of happiness.
The old Harvester would have gagged at such flowery joy, but that was hard to do when all you felt was endless pleasure. And it wasn’t just the energy that flowed into her from the extensive verdant fields in the Meadow of Azna. It was the beauty, the vibrant pinks, purples, and blues of the flowers dotting the hills, the herd of glittering unicorns frolicking in the dale, and the magnificent blond angel striding toward her.
“You finally made it, my lover.”
Reaver swept her into his arms and planted a hot, lingering kiss on her mouth. “I would never turn down an invitation to meet you for a picnic.” He glanced around, taking in the fields of singing irises and the Covenant Mountains, above which the ancient Gaiaportal hung.
Once a gateway between Heaven and Earth before angels were given the power to flash in and out at will, the gold-flecked-white ring had been deactivated and now served as a crown over the vast, violet mountains. The necklace Harvester wore right now, was in fact a replica of the portal, given to her by Thanatos’s daughter, Amber, nearly a decade ago.
I saw this in a vision, she’d said.I saw you too. And my brother, wrapped in your Grace. I don’t know what it means, but I had this made for you anyway.
Harvester adored the girl, and when Amber had a vision, it was best to apply importance to it, because eventually, somehow or someway, it would become relevant.
