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Chapter Eight

The second time I woke in a bed surrounded by sexy fallen angels, I refused to be tempted by hot bodies and hard cocks. I had shit to do, and being down here in hell with its wobbly laws of time wasn’t going to help.

I stretched, rubbing my butt against someone’s groin and petted the abs of whoever I was curled around. Given the blonde hair, probably Gusion.

I sat up and crawled out of bed on my hands and knees.

“I can see you have somewhere to be, but you should be careful of waving such a delectable ass in my face. I might just lock you away in my dungeon and have my way with you whenever I please,” Luc murmured huskily.

I blew him a kiss from the end of the bed. “I’ve been to your dungeon, lover, and I can’t wait to go again.”

I looked at my imaginary watch. Probably time to hustle. With one last blown kiss, I had the world's quickest shower and headed up top, straight to Arcadia’s hospital bed.

It was weird without her. No one was in her hospital room, which was odd. Then I realized it was 4:20am. I shouldn’t be here either. But I didn’t want to leave.

Memphis sifted in behind me, and he came up and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. He didn’t give me meaningless platitudes about how it would all be fine. I loved that about him.

I rested my head against his shoulder. “What’s going on with you?”

I hadn’t forgotten his weird behavior.

“Gusion had a premonition for me.”

I was so shocked I pulled away. “What? Gus doesn’t have premonitions about other angelkind.”

He shrugged. “He seemed pretty certain.”

“What was the premonition?” I was desperate to know. If Gusion could make correct predictions about other angels, then it really would change everything.

“He said I would know a love as deep as my love for…” he went silent and I squeezed his forearm. We didn’t talk about her. The reason he fell. The reason he is now the man he is.

“Anyway, he said I’d know that kind of love again. And I’m ready for that. But I wanted to feel you one last time. To make you happy one last time, before I waited for the person I will love.”

My heart felt a little bruised, but happy too. What an oxymoron. Or maybe I was just a moron. But I loved Memphis. Not the way I loved Luc, but more than you would love a friend. A love that comes with knowing someone intimately.

“She better be worthy of you, otherwise I’m going to kick her ass. And it better not be Baccy!”

Memphis laughed, and even though it was just a premonition of a possibility, I was happy for him.

I looked back at Arcadia and horror dawned on me. “It’s not Arcadia, is it?”

Memphis laughed. “Gusion didn’t say. But I do not think it is Arcadia.”

I let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness, because I’m pretty sure her snatch is at max capacity.”

Plus she might not survive. That would be doubly heartbreaking. I didn’t need another of Arcadia’s lovers looking at me with accusing eyes.

The door to Arcadia’s room opened and a huge bunch of flowers walked into the room. Seriously, it must have been three feet wide. The flowers walked to the nightstand, revealing Clary, who jumped two feet in the air when she saw us.

“Who are you?” she snarled, going into full honey badger mode, putting herself between us and the bed. I love Clary. We must have both topped her by a foot, and Memphis was scary as fuck, but she was still ready to take us on.

It occurred to me that we had never met in person. “I’m Ace. This is Mephistopheles.”

“Ace? As in Cady’s Ace?” I nodded and flashed my wings for a second.

“And this is the Mephistopheles?” He nodded. “Huh. That never gets less weird.”

I laughed. She was the shiz. “Sorry to hear about Uncle Seamus. He was one of my favorites.”

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