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The angel who’d left me waiting. Who’d broken his promise to me.
Maybe he has a good reason.
The fear overtook the bitterness. Noah had either stood me up because something was wrong, or because he didn’t want this.
The selfish part of me should’ve been more scared of the second option, but I wasn’t. More than anything, I needed Noah to be safe and happy. Honestly? I didn’t give a shit where it left me so long as he was okay.
But what if he wasn’t?
Nox would’ve called you.
My gut was telling me Noah wasn’t in danger. That whatever was keeping him from me wasn’t life threatening. Which was something.
Still, I wouldn’t rest until I found out what was going on.I wasn’t going to stand for this miscommunication bullshit a second longer. It was messing with my head in a way I thought I’d left behind me. Well, no more.
If Noah wouldn’t come to me, I’d go to him.
Gravel flew in every direction as I slammed onto the driveway outside the Seraphim compound. I hadn’t bothered with the car, stopping only to stow the picnic.
Flying was faster, and fast was what I needed right now.
Every beat of my wings had been accompanied by another fear about what was keeping Noah from our date. My instincts suggested he wasn’t in danger, but the bond kept tugging at me, urging me to go to him with more zeal than usual.
Which, given how insistent it was normally, was truly saying something.
All I could tell from the bond was that he was somewhere to the southeast. It was too little to go on if I wanted to find him quickly. Unfortunately, tracking wasn’t something I was skilled at.
Getting answers though? That was right at the fucking top of my skill set.
I took several deep breaths as I stalked up to the frontdoor and pressed the bell.Noah is probably fine. The Seraphim probably got held up at the conference and he wasn’t able to text. Don’t overreact.
The door swung open and all thoughts that I was reacting irrationally disappeared. Micah winced briefly before smoothing it away. “Jeremiah. Were we expecting you?”
Was it just me, or did Micah look guilty?
“Noah was expecting me,” I said gruffly. My demon was too close to the surface for me to manage my tone. But Micah was mated to Nox; he had to be used to grumpy demonic behaviour. “Or rather, I was expecting him to meet me over at Richmond Park. Three hours ago.”
Another wince. “I see.”
“I thought maybe you’d all been held up at the conference.” I folded my arms over my chest and glared at the angel. “But given you’re here, I’m guessing that’s not the case.”
“Jeremiah?” Nox’s voice floated down the hallway before he appeared beside his mate. “Are you looking for Noah?”
I nodded sharply. “I am. Do you know where he is?”
Nox and Micah had a silent conversation before the latter stepped back with a sigh. “You’d better come in.”
Foreboding itched at my skin. It grew stronger with each member of the Seraphim we passed. Not a single one met my eyes.
Whatever was going on, they all knew. Seemed I was the only one in the dark.
Fuck, how I hated that. Why could Noah be open with his unit but not me? Even if I weren’t his fated mate, I thought we were friends. Friends who were dating.Sleeping together. Exchanging cute messages and late-night phone calls.
Had I been wrong this entire time?
Micah didn’t lead me into the conference room this time, instead choosing a comfortable sitting room. It was a bit posh for my tastes, but given I was used to Hell, most places were.
Micah sat down in a high-backed armchair. Nox perched on the arm, leaning against Micah’s body. The two of them had been parted for the last couple of weeks as well. Had it been as hard for them as it had for us?
