Summon Toren(69)

“I called the other angels, they’ll be here in…” A group of people suddenly appeared in the room out of thin air. “…now.”

“Hi!” An average looking girl came forward toward the Skylar girl, hand extended and dark brown eyes dancing with excitement. “Welcome, you must be sooooo confused right now?”

Skylar shook her hand. “Eh, it ain’t that bad.” She chucked a glance at Ezekiel. “Except for getting paired with Mr. Chauvinistic, it’s actually kinda exciting.”

The girl seemed genuinely impressed. Another clueless female. At least she had the decency to appear uncomfortable about the insult directed at him. Ezekiel eyed the second blonde female joining the first girl in their spritely plastic greetings. He met the forest green gaze of the guy with the tat along his neck who merely nodded his greeting. It was far more genuine than the theatrics before him.

“Have they mated?”

Ezekiel’s gaze swiveled to the towering man with the god-like body, and held his breath. Not just at his words but the eyes leveled on him. They appeared to be literal gems of clear aqua.

The man’s question was clearly intended for Toren, who shook his head.

“Well there’s a perfectly private room in the suite they can use,” the man continued not at all quiet enough. “We’re going to West Virginia…” Ezekiel couldn’t make out the rest because the boisterous look-at-me woman was busy yelling her conversation to the other two females.

“Imagine my surprise.”

“Oh we can.” The barely contained you-have-no-clue made Ezekiel wonder what the rest of this crew had been through.

“Now all that’s left is figuring out how to get ol’ Moses here to be a gentleman.”



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Skylar couldn't help the satisfaction that broadened her smile when Ezeliel's cheeks flamed with anger and humiliation. If she had to endure this, she'd make damn sure he was as uncomfortable as she was.

“If you two don’t mind, the bedroom is through that door. There’s a lock on it. We’ll be a few rooms down babysitting.” The big angel with the startling blue eyes gestured toward a carved double door visible to one side.

“Babysitting?” Toren muttered the question, eyeing the man.

“Peggy’s brood. They’re toddler-sized and a handful to keep quiet.”

Toren’s brows shot up. “Really? Wow. She still…”

“Viciously protective? Yes.”

“Now I wonder why Peggy came to me recently, why would she leave them?”

“Is that where she went?”

What could they be talking about? A dog, maybe?

Ezekiel cleared his throat and spoke. "Do all of you seriously not realize how very bizarre you are?" Ezekiel held out both arms. “Think I can get some answers about a few things?”

The question seemed directed at Toren. She'd have thought Ezekiel would have had his fill of being an asshole with the archangel. Toren spoke low to the guy called Kassern, who rolled eyes she could have sworn were red before nodding.

“Let’s go.” The slim woman with dark blonde hair who'd been introduced as Karly hurried to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

Ezekiel glared at the unashamed PDAs all around and she could easily imagine his thoughts. Far too intimate. These surely weren't angels. He watched with a heavy scowl as they grouped together and disappeared with an aqua colored flash.

“Don’t think I’ll ever get used of seeing that.” The words slipped from Skylar as she lowered to sit on one of the small abstract colored sofas. These people had money, judging by the presidential looking suite.

The large Toren seemed to become aware that it wasn’t customary to stand around in only jeans. He looked down at his naked torso and his skin began to shimmer until the shimmering thickened into a fitted silver material. Seeming satisfied with the apparently thought-on shirt, he sauntered toward the second couch. “Ask your questions human.” This as he sat with an arm draped over the top and reached for Miss Samantha. There was no mistaking the look of a desperate lover written plain as day on his perfect face even as he waited for Ezekiel's questions.

Ezekiel scowled and appeared to consider how to word the question.

Unable to resist, Skylar jumped in and asked for him. “I think he wants to know if this is all real, will he be waking up any second, and whether or not he really has to have sex with the slutty American whore.”

Ezekiel stared at Skylar his thoughts excruciatingly clear on his face. She reminded him of the iconic American woman, a plastic Barbie doll, shallow personality glossed into her pores. He looked at the angel while pointing at her. “You were joking I hope, about having to…” He closed his eyes and bared his teeth. “…consummate with her? I’d like to assume you know who I am and what I’m about.”