“Ameana!”
“What? I know it would be wrong but it would also be fun; so much fun,” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“I thought Angels were supposed to be nice?” Miku teases.
“No, Pretty. We’re supposed to be good and I am. Have I killed the human? No. But thinking about it is fun. And we are allowed to have some fun.”
“I guess. So, how do you feel?” Miku asks her.
“Much better, the side effects of Choice’s powers are wearing off.”
“I don’t mean that. I mean the fact that we’re about to ask for Wolf’s help.”
“Pretty, there has to be someone else we can ask.”
“Wolf may not kill but you can’t deny he can handle himself. Or as Jay would say ‘kid’s got skillz,’ ” Miku says, imitating Jay’s voice.
“I know but…”
“Ameana, its okay to like him.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“I hate what you’re letting the break up do to you,” Miku says gently.
After a moment of reflection, Ameana admits, “Wolf is kind of sexy when he fights. And his wing span is massive
…” They share a sinful laugh between the two of them.
“Wait, we shouldn’t judge an Angel by his wing span,” Ameana says.
“Um…what else are we supposed to judge him by, his soul?” They share yet another laugh.
“Look at it this way, if Kairo kills us, we can die looking at the best set of wings this side of the light,” Ameana adds.
“Mmmmm, now that’s a good death!”
CHAPTER SEVEN: IT’S TIME…
I head to Marcus’s room. I enter and find him standing by the window. His room is decorated very much like mine: simple “earthy” elegance.
“I think Miku is still hung up on what she did as Redd,” I inform him.
“Yeah, I got the feeling when she basically suggested we play nice with Tics who were trying to kill us. I thought maybe she’d get around to talking to Ameana about it.”
“She did. They’re in Miku’s room. Ameana is sharing her innermost fantasy about taking my life.”
“Did you tell her to get in line behind Lucy and the Akons?” he says. I smile and lean in to kiss him. The sparks from his kiss always ignites something in me.
“Are you okay with her and Miku being so close?” he asks.
“They knew each other first. Anyway, she and I get to have our little …talks.”
“Really? About what?”
“Stuff,” I say, blushing as I turn away.
“What did you two talk about?” he says, studying my face with growing interest.
“Unicorns, pillow fights, and nail polish.”
“So you won’t tell me?”
“Nope.”
“I could persuade you,” he says, pulling me closer.
He kisses the nape of my neck gently. I exhale softly and wisely pull away. If I let him, he would be able to get every embarrassing detail out of me. Actually if he continues to kiss me the way he is, I would act out my conversation with Miku in sock puppets. Marcus is wrong. His power isn’t his strength or his ability to reflect a person’s fear back to them. His real power is in his touch.
“Don’t distract me, Guardian; I’m here on a mission,” I say with my best “official” voice.
“What is your mission?”
“To get my hottie boyfriend to open up to me.”
“Open up about what?”
“Kairo. How dangerous is he?”
“Emmy, don’t worry. You know I’ll protect you.”
“Yeah, I know. But who’s going to protect you and the rest of the team?”
“It’s our job to put our lives in danger. You know that.”
“I also know that the mission would be complete if you weren’t in love with me.”
“But I am.”
“I need to know: How dangerous is Kairo?”
“All you need to know is that your Angel loves you more than his own soul.”
I am about to argue but there is a knock on the door. The rest of the team wanders in.
“I guess no one could recharge, huh?” Marcus asks.
“Not after finding out all this craziness. Are we really taking on Kairo?” Rio asks.
“We don’t have a choice,” Marcus replies.
“I was taking a look around the temple and there’s a room filled with beds. Like hospital beds,” Jay says.
“What do they need it for?” I ask.
“I asked Charity and she just said it was for extra guests.”
“So?” Miku says.
“So, who has fifty extra people sleeping over?” Jay asks.
“It could be nothing,” Ameana says.