![]() “May I?” She lifted a hand.Īt Raphael’s nod, she released Galen’s hand to reach over and brush her fingers over part of Raphael’s forearm. Her twisted wing overlapped by his, she looked at Raphael with eyes soft in wonder. The historian pressed a tender kiss to Galen’s cheek. ![]() The pale blue of Jessamy’s simple but elegant gown skimmed her slender form to froth at her ankles, soft waves crashing to shore. The first thing he did was unhook her cape and throw it aside. He held out his hand, and she walked across to take it. It didn’t go soft-Galen was too rough and tough, but it turned gentle in a way that it only ever did for Jessamy. The weapons-master’s expression changed the instant he spotted Jessamy. Galen stood with his hands on his hips, talking to Raphael. The lightning-bolt cracks were thinner, the energy a shimmer of light against his skin and wings rather than an inferno. ![]() ![]() Her archangel was overflowing with golden energy-though it wasn’t as obvious as it had been in the cold night sky. She walked through the open door of her and Raphael’s suite on that vow. Good to fucking know-because she had no plans of being a meek lamb led to the slaughter. The doors opened and the owl flew out, to disappear into the distance.Įlena smiled deeply within. ![]()
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