His Grace by Aya DeAniege

Author:Aya DeAniege [DeAniege, Aya]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-24T16:00:00+00:00

I left Grace in the capable hands of my staff. She had the paperwork in front of her and a blue cocktail that she had asked after with wide eyes.

Her delight wrapped around me like a warm blanket. It had been a very long time since I had felt that comfortable in my own skin. All because a woman was happy.

I could sink into these sorts of comforts.

Grace had recognized the drink, which the bartender laughed over because many of our drinks were named after parts of the Heavenly Host. The drink Grace had recognized shared her name.

She must have seen someone sipping the cocktail on one of her visits.

But there was a nagging at the back of my mind.

While she filled out paperwork, I slipped into the back office and locked the door. Settling into the chair behind the desk, I brought up a mantra on my phone and set it to repeat. The sound wasn’t necessary, but because of the mantra, if the sound in the office changed, I would be alerted immediately.

Outwardly, it would appear that I was sleeping, that was all.

I left my physical form behind and found myself wading through the turmoil that was any human city. The flow was completely normal.

Typically, when a number of demons were found in one area, they caused distortions in the emotional aura of a city.

That lack of change told me that someone didn’t want us knowing that they were in town.

I stepped into the smoldering crater that was the restaurant that Grace had worked at the night before. Looking over the charred remains, I turned to Michael as he adjusted his wings and raised his hands to show me that they were empty.

The wings should have been away. A human walking through our wings would have a euphoric flash that was near to a religious experience.

Michael only had his wings out because he was getting ready to bolt. I may have had the most power, but I flew at half the speed of the others. He was still prepared for a fight.

“Did it succeed in getting a foothold in the world?” I asked.

“It had already been here, that’s why you didn’t feel it,” Michael said. “I believe the identification would be Bifrons. He should have sent his legions up ahead of him, but he came by himself.”

I made a sound at the back of my throat.

At the flutter of wings, I turned. Raphael landed lightly beside me.

We only needed one wing to fly in the astral plane. An angel of Heaven really only needed one feather to fly. Raphael had always restricted himself to one or two sets of wings, depending on how much of his power he was using.

He was the only one of the other three to restrict his wings. I had to wonder if he was doing it to try to make me feel less out of place.

I didn’t want to talk about my wings, or what had happened to me. I didn’t even want

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.