Hell On Heels(71)

She went inside. Blanche and I sat quietly petting Steve.
“I like Myrtle,” she said, absently massaging a very happy Steve.
“Me too. Did you know Eden was neutral territory?” I asked as I found a tickle spot on Steve's belly. Her leg started dancing and I scratched faster.
“I assumed it was,” she replied. “Your dad’s not an idiot. Why do you ask?”
“I had a run-in with an Angel.” I sighed and wrapped my arms around myself. “I thought he was going to kill me.”
“Did he try?”
“No, he. . .” I didn’t have the energy to rehash every sordid detail. “Can’t you just get inside my head and see everything?”
“Only with an invite.” She smiled evilly.
“What are you talking about?" I laughed. “You get into my head all the time.”
“True,” she agreed. “When I’m with you it’s easy. I’m allowed to be privy to the here and now, but the past is a different story.”
“It wasn’t even an hour ago,” I said, trying to get it straight.
“Doesn’t matter if it was five minutes ago,” she explained. “If it’s in the past you have to invite me in.”
“Fine, I invite you.”
It was weird. For the first time I could feel her inside my head. Definitely an odd sensation—like a breeze floating in my mind. My head felt full and my body tightened in resistance.
“You have to relax, Dixie, or it won’t work.”
“Okay.” I took a deep breath. “I’ll try.”
On its own my body went limp. I slumped forward onto Steve’s soft furry body and I heard a click in my head. It was working. Unfortunately for me, the entire scene played back in full color with surround sound. I had to relive every moment as Blanche watched.
My head clicked again when she pulled out. I thought I was tired before. . .
“Great Balls of Hell.” Blanche shook her head. “That’s screwed up.”
“Tell me about it. And by the way.” I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to ward off the headache that was blooming rapidly. “We are never doing that again. It hurt."
“What are you going to do about him?” she asked.
“Do? Nothing. It was a physical attraction, not a soul deep one,” I said truthfully. “I have Hayden.”
“Good luck with that,” she drawled as her mouth quirked with amusement. “It doesn’t look like he plans to give you much choice in the matter. Damn, you go from never having a date to having the two hottest and most powerful Angels in the universe after you.”
Warning bells clanked in my already throbbing brain. “What do you mean?”
“I mean.” Blanche grinned. “They are H-O-T hot.”
“I got that part,” I interrupted in frustration. “What do you mean the most powerful?”
“Well,” Blanche lowered her voice being purposefully mysterious and incredibly annoying. “Hayden is the Angel of Death and Elijah is the Angel of Light.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Is that a big deal?”
Blanche looked at me like I sprouted horns. Big ones. “Dixie,” she gasped. “They are True Immortals. . .two of the True Immortals.”
I knew Hayden was—that was why my dad couldn’t kill him. Everything was starting to make sense and I wasn’t sure I was happy about that. Knowledge might be power, but sometimes the less you knew the better off you were. Hayden and Elijah both had to be thousands of years old. That was a little freaky to wrap my mind around. What in the Hell did they want with a twenty-one year old girl? Unless The Kev had been right about me. . .My headache was two minutes from being full blown.
“That’s not even the best part.” Blanche rocked back and forth in excitement.
“What else could there possibly be to tell?” I thought seriously about putting my hand over her mouth so I could find some duct tape to keep her from talking until my aching head could take it, but that could be a very long time. She was going to announce something whether I wanted to know or not. I definitely did not want to know.
“They’re brothers!” she blurted. She grabbed me as I tumbled backward in shock.
I didn’t know why that information made me feel so raw, but it did. I knew Hayden had a brother. He told me he did. He said they didn’t get along. . .
“Do you think Elijah knows my boyfriend is Hayden?” I asked Blanche as she settled me back on the steps after my near pass out. Damn, it sounded ridiculous to use the term boyfriend about someone who’d been around before mortals roamed the Earth. And he wasn't just my boyfriend. He was my soul mate.