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“Kids! Uriel, Sariel, Raphael, Gabriel, Michael, it’s time,” Meg calls them.Kids?
“Those are the Angels of Wrath’s names, from the New Testament,” I observe.
Linda nods. “The Book of Revelation. It fits, don’t you think?”
It actually does. Ramiel told me they had angel names, but I didn’t make the connection with the Angels of Wrath. In the New Testament, they bring judgment and punishment upon the wicked.
“It’s bloody hilarious!” Lori comments.
“What did I miss?” Sari comes over with the others. He looks so damn delicate with his white skin, lean body, and graceful bearing. Now I understand why Uri is so protective of him.
“Loretta’s diary confirms Cal and Jasper used a tunnel to bring the kids into the church from an abandoned house. It had an old tunnel running underneath, which was used in the past to smuggle illegal items until the railway was moved forty years ago and the church was built on top,” Raph says.
“Jasper or Cal brought the kids through the tunnel, and then Jasper watched while Cal… I really couldn’t keep reading. It’s horrifying,” Michael turns his head into Raph’s chest.
“You don’t need to, we know enough. Let the nightmares of the past lay still,” Linda utters.
Ramiel nods. “I checked the video of Malcom and Jasper’s fight, though. Serena could extrapolate part of what they were talking about by reading their lips.”
“She can do that?” Uri asks.
“Yes, she’s a self-evolving AI.”
“She’s not going to turn into the Terminator, right?” Lori’s brows wrinkle while he tries to stifle a yawn.
Ramiel ignores him. “Malcom went there to confront Jasper. He did blackmail him, wanted to start a new life elsewhere and needed the money.”
“So why did he give me a letter as well?”
“He was a drug addict, quite unstable. But I think his plan was to get the money and then tell you all the truth, hoping you would take care of Jasper,” Meg suggests.
And I would have. I will.
“Do you want to come with me?” Ramiel asks me, his head tilted up to look at me.
His beautiful bright gold eyes are studying me intently. I can see the whole world in them. Our world. And I know I want to share everything with him. The good. The bad. The ugly. And the bloody.
“Of course, my love.”
“Your love?” he pronounces softly, his voice has a bit of a quiver in it.
I lower my head and shift my body, shielding us from his family’s curious eyes.
“I have reconsidered my stance on fate.”
“Yeah?” His brows slightly bunch up.
“Some things are meant to be. You are for me, Red.”
His lips turn up in the brightest, most beautiful smile. I lick away the solitary tear that is running down his cheek.
“You know butterflies drink turtle tears?” he whispers, brushing my cheek with his fingers. I turn and kiss them.
“Love your crazy animal facts,” I confess. I really do.
“Because I’m your love.” His smile turns into a wicked smirk. “Your slutty love, who wants to blow that fat cock you’re hiding in your pants.” He still puzzles me, I never know what he’s going to say. But my blood heats, and that particular appendage thickens.
“You know we can hear you, right?” Raph huffs.
