Accidentaly Divine by Dakota Cassidy (best large ereader .TXT) 📗

George. Angels go about their day to day with hardly anything but emotional dilemmas.”

She leaned back in Dex’s arms, finding it odd how totally comfortable she felt. “Okay, so have you talked to Titus and asked? Or is he still unavailable for comment?”

Taking her by the hand, he led her back into the living room where Darnell was talking to Marty, both of them sniffing the air as they worked together to cover the broken window.

His chiseled face went hard. “I did talk to Titus, just after I left, and here’s the scoop.”

She swallowed hard and closed her eyes. Dex’s tone said maybe the scoop wasn’t going to be like a scoop of ice cream. “Go ahead. I can take it.”

His jaw tightened, a slight tic pulsing. “I’m not going to candy coat this, George. I’m just going to be honest and say it. If whoever this is gets his hands on your wings, he can expunge your existence forever by stealing your soul. Not only that, but he can gain access to upstairs. I don’t think I have to tell you how detrimental to everything—and I do mean everything—that could be.”

“So I guess I’m not so immortal after all, huh?” she asked glibly, suddenly quite terrified.

Pushing the stray hair from her face, he ran his fingers over her sore neck, the ache easing in slow increments with his special healing powers, his face sympathetic. “Apparently not. And I want to add, I had no idea this was a thing. I mean, there are a couple of legends, but this? Stealing wings? No.”

“Legends? Like what legends?”

Dex shrugged as though it were all nothing more than some ridiculous gossip. “There’s one about some kind of special knife that can kill an angel. According to the rumors, they’re almost impossible to come by. No one’s seen one in hundreds of years.”

Her eyes narrowed. “And you didn’t think this was important enough to share? A knife that kills angels?”

“I don’t even know if it still exists, George. In fact, I forgot all about it until Titus mentioned it.”

She rasped a sigh. “Any other legends and myths and ways to kill me I should know about? Even if you think it’s just gossip?”

He shook his dark head. “No. And I want to add, not in all the years I’ve been a guardian has something even a little like wing stealing ever come up.”

How many years was that, and was now the time to ask? “Okay, so we have trouble. But why me? I don’t understand why they—he’d choose me, of all the guardians to pick from?”

“You’re a newb, George.” Darnell rumbled the answer, his cheerful face grim as he planted a large hand on her shoulder. “No doubt that was demon. No doubt at all now. A demon can smell a newb angel. You’re unskilled, vulnerable. They like that in their prey.”

Prey. Now she was someone’s prey. But okay. She’d been someone’s prey before…

“Which means we have to double up on fucking babysitting her,” Nina said as she strode in the front door covered in wet snow, her fuzzy onesie soaked from stem to stern.

Wanda flew in behind her, her bathrobe matted and wet, her usually elegant updo mussed and flying about her face. “Yes. Yes, it does. You go nowhere without one of us—maybe all of us, if we need strength in numbers,” she said, gasping for air and gripping the back of the chair. “Promise me you won’t go anywhere without one of us, George. Not ever.”

A shiver ran along her arms, a cold, foreboding chill she wasn’t supposed to feel, but she felt nonetheless. “I promise.”

Nina slapped Wanda on the back. “You okay, old lady?” she asked with a chuckle.

Wanda narrowed her eyes at Nina, waving her off. “You hush, Batwing Barbie. I had to run double time to catch up on the head start you had on me. I’m not twenty anymore.”

“And still we didn’t catch the motherfucker,” Nina groused, crossing her arms over her chest. “That weasel runs like the damn Flash, for shit’s sake. I can’t think of too many people who can outrun me, but he damn sure did.”

“Did either of you get a glimpse of him? Do we even know it’s a him?” Dex asked, driving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

The vampire shook her head, then she eyeballed George. “Did you?”

She shook her head, running her damp palms over her jeans. “No. And yes, it sure sounded like a male. He grabbed me from behind and threatened to… He told me to keep my mouth shut, so I didn’t see him, but his voice was definitely masculine and very right out of a Stephen King movie.”

No, she hadn’t seen him, but she’d felt his evil all over her like a blanket of doom.

Nina rolled her tongue along the inside of her cheek. “Well, he was definitely a fucking demon. I know for sure now, but even with my eyesight, I only caught a blurry blip of the fuck before he disappeared again. I swear to Christ, if I get my hands on him…”

“Did you recognize his voice, honey?” Wanda asked, dripping melted snow all over the gorgeous hardwood floor.

“If I tell you he sounded like every demon in a bad horror movie ever, would you laugh at me?”

Wanda chucked her under the chin with a sweet smile. “Nope. That’s what most of them sound like when they’re fresh from Hell. It must be all the heat and smoke messing with their vocal cords.”

“Yeah,” Nina said with a nod. “It’s fucking shitty-hot there, and that’s coming from someone who can’t even feel the heat.”

Was she really having this conversation? One about demons and the temperature of Hell? How many people knew someone who’d been to Hell?

Rather than spewing her disbelief, George said, “Then that’s what he sounded like. I’m not sure why I’d recognize his voice even if he didn’t sound like a demon, though.”

There was a defensiveness in her response, and that was