Her Guardians Lost(74)
I nodded. I understood perfectly what she was trying to say. I just couldn’t understand why she didn’t feel the need to say anything to me before. “But why didn’t you say something?”
Ms. Summers closed her eyes. “You were dealing with your own problems. I knew that much. You see, when you find a mate, the bond between you is so strong, it can never be broken. I was mated with George, and the thought of being apart from him for so long tore my heart in two. I just couldn’t live without him. I had to come down here and be near him in the hope that, in his human form, he would fall in love with me all over again.”
It was so hard to wrap my head around this new information. I had to know more, though. “So you knew who you were?”
She patted my knee gently. “Yes. Considering I had lost him, they granted me that.”
My heart accelerated. “Do you mean the Archangel Council?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “You know more than I thought.”
I sighed the same frustrated sigh I had become accustomed to lately. “But, apparently, not enough.”
Leaning over, she tapped my knee again. “You have a strong heart, Cassie. Stronger than my husband ever did. I think you could be the exception to the rule.”
In my hope, I had to know if her husband ever knew. “Did he ever remember?”
She shook her head. “No, but I would sometimes she a flicker in his eyes when certain things were mentioned. He would sometimes look at me in such a way that I thought he knew. There was definitely recognition there somewhere, but I doubted he would ever fully remember.”
It made me sad to know that Ms. Summers had kept all this hidden from her husband for so many years. Yes, he fell in love with her again, but he never knew their souls were destined for one another.
“Would he know now?” I asked.
She smiled. “I should imagine so, yes. He’ll be waiting for me.”
Now it was my turn to feel a little sad for her husband. Now that he knows, he must be devastated that he never remembered their time together. However, it intrigued me that he was sent down on a mission. A very similar situation as me.
“Can I ask what his mission was?”
Ms. Summers gazed at me with an amused smile. I knew I was asking a lot, and I knew it could easily piss some people off. But she seemed more relieved, like she could finally share something she had bottled up for decades. “He was sent down to try to prevent a war from starting.”
My eyes widened. “You don’t mean the war? As in the Second World War?”
She nodded. “Yes. The angels knew it would be a big war with many lives lost. We had to try and prevent it from happening. The untold lives which would have been taken were unimaginable” With sadness, Ms. Summers closed her eyes.
“But some other angels disagreed,” I pressed.
She opened her eyes with a nod of her head. “Yes. Some angels have stronger beliefs than others. Some feel if tragedies can be prevented, we must try. Others feel that tragedy is just a part of life. That it is what makes the world go around.”
That intrigued me somewhat. I knew she was a good angel, that was obvious to me by now, but I had to know. “And how do you feel about it?”
Her posture sagged a little as she exhaled. “To be honest, I can see both sides of the argument, but it really boils down to one thing. If I knew something terrible was about to happen, I could never just sit there and watch as the whole event unfolded in front of my eyes. It would, quite frankly, devastate me.”
My memory swiftly brought me to the train crash. I know I saved Lisa-Marie from death, but I didn’t save the others. I still felt guilty for that.
“I understand what you mean,” I whispered.
“My mate took a risk and it cost him his seat. I’m sure he would do it all over again if he was asked, though. He’s just that type of angel.”
Hearing her actually confirm everything was just overwhelming. “All this time, I had someone like me living right next door.”
She giggled. “Why do you think you specifically moved into your studio? It wasn’t because of its huge size and picturesque qualities, Cassie. You sought me out. You do realise we like to flock to one another, don’t you?”
Remembering what Simeon said about us herding, I smiled. “Yes, I do. I can never get enough of their presence.”
She nodded. “Then you understand why your subconscious brought you right next door to me. I could see it in you the very first day we met. I knew you must have been a soul who was touched. Somehow, though, I knew you were also different. You had that natural calming ability we angels have. I sought you out as much as you did me, but you never put two and two together like I did.”