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“Time frame?” Dice asked.
“Two days.”
“Is the resistance still in the same place?” Leif asked.
“Yeah. The Bubbas haven’t found it yet.”
“I’m going to go out there and see if I can vaccinate people.”
“Aeron and I will go with you, in case today is the day the Bubbas find them,” Dice said.
“I hope you aren’t planning on leaving your Nephilim here with me,” Asher growled.
“No way! You can’t leave me with him and not expect me to beat him with Smurfette.”
“Behave, both of you!” Aeron said. “Asher needs to be here watching in case something goes down with the Bubbas. Ariel, you need to stay here because your father is looking for you. He knows you’re with us and that we’re coming for him. Your appearance is pretty distinct. We can’t have anyone seeing you.”
I crossed my arms and glared at him.
“I thought the resistance was the good guys.”
“It’s the apocalypse, Speedy. Don’t trust anyone. Not even the good guys. Stay here and don’t beat my brother with your bat.”
Easy for him to say!
Chapter 4
M
y three asshole boyfriends zapped themselves out of the Washington Monument before I could argue. Was this going to be my future? Disappearing boyfriends whenever we got into an argument? Talk about the ultimate ghosting. They could go straight back to Heaven, and I wasn’t exactly sure what cell phone reception was like there… there were certain parts of Los Angeles I couldn’t get a signal!
Asher looked just about as pleased with this arrangement as I was. He looked at me warily, then took a step back. Was the big, bad Horseman of Conquest scared of me? I tried to lighten the mood. I didn’t want to be trapped in a stone, phallic monument with a cagey Horseman.
“Relax. I only bite Aeron.”
“I’m not interested in Aeron’s sexual proclivities. And I have no plans to participate in any carnal celebrations in the Oval Office.”
“Who said I invited you?”
“That fucking painting you did! My brothers are obsessed with it.”
I snorted and raided Asher’s stash of Costco chips. Yeah, they were all about that painting. A guaranteed lay was a big thing, even for angels.
“Look, I can’t help what I paint. It just happens. I didn’t know you or Dice when I painted that picture, and I couldn’t exactly see your face when I finished. I’m not down with having sex with four people, one of whom I just met and doesn’t like me, in the same room as my father’s dead body.”
“It would sure be helpful if you could paint the ending to this. You’ve drawn two, and we’re at the ninth inning stretch. It would be awesome for your Harbinger gifts to kick in.”
“I didn’t take you for a softball fan. They told me you didn’t play nice when it came to team sports.”
“Oh, that’s right. They used a softball chatroom to see if you were evil or not. I enjoy playing sports with people who don’t know I’m an angel and are just using my father's gifts to win a silly game. Angel sports are boring anyway because no one wants to be seen as aggressive or angry. Try to imagine your softball games with zero taunting, and the opposing team complimenting their rivals whenever they score.”
“No way. I’ve only met four angels, but none if you have any problems being dicks. When I first met Aeron, I wanted to kill him. I thought Dice was completely insane when we first met. You’re a total asshole to me. Leif is the nicest out of the four of you, but he’s thrown some serious shade at Aeron and Dice.”
“Leif has the patience of a saint. He has to be, considering the research he does. When Aeron and Dice get started, they take it too far. Honestly, I’m shocked those two are even on board with sharing you. Aeron once stabbed Dice for stealing a fried potato from his plate when he should have been worried about Nazis.”
“We nearly got attacked by trucks full of Nazis in Mexico, and I could make out some flags with the swastika on them when I was looking out the window. You’d think they’d be aware they’d lost that war.”
Asher just snorted.
