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above the ground.
“A brief respite before the storm,” Madigan whispered. The wind whipped away his words and distributed them out into the sky. It had been an all-too-brief respite. His heart constricted. What had happened to Cross? Where had Bren taken him?
“Almost there, baby,” Michel said as they climbed into the clouds themselves. Then Madigan felt the cold. It was a damp, penetrating cold that seeped through his already wet sticky clothes and dampened his skin. He shivered. “I swear, baby, five minutes tops.”
They fell out of the sky like eagles on one of the Discovery Channel shows Madigan loved to watch, and his already sore stomach protested that, too. Luckily, he had nothing left to throw up. They hit the ground harder than usual, the movement jarring in its intensity.
Another distant thud clued Madigan into the fact that they weren’t the only ones landing. Michel fished out Madigan’s car keys from his pocket, which was impressive considering he had to juggle Madigan’s weight to do it. The nephilim didn’t think he could walk. It was too much effort.
“His eyes are dilated. Looks like a concussion,” Michel said as he bounded up the front porch steps.
“Where’s Cross?” Madigan asked, finding his voice. He barely remembered getting here. Is this what shock feels like ?
From somewhere in the interior of the house someone shouted.
“Dex! Michel! Get up here!” It took a second to process that it was 84
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Bren’s voice. He sounded choked. Was he crying? The fact that one of his husbands needed him drew Madigan out of his stupor.
“Put me down,” he commanded, struggling a bit in Michel’s hold.
“I’m okay, Michel. Please, let me go to him.” He tried to put all the returning sanity he could into his gaze, and something in the depths of his eyes must’ve reassured Michel because the angel put him slowly on his feet.
Madigan wasted no time getting up the stairs. Despite the fact that he was stiff and hurting from numerous cuts and bruises on his body, the only thing that mattered was getting to his main goal. He swung around the corner and into their bedroom. The sight that greeted him made his heart plummet into his stomach.
Bren sat with his legs tucked into his chest, his massive black wings spread out behind him, and his hands which were glowing a faint blue over Cross’s naked chest. Cross looked lifeless, still in a way that wasn’t natural for the living. Tears blinded Madigan, and he nearly collapsed. This couldn’t be happening.
“I don’t know why he won’t wake up,” Bren sobbed. Tears cascaded down his normally cocky face. “My archangel said it could resurrect anyone.”
The others rushed into the room, Dex carrying a now-unconscious Yuri. Madigan gave another little whimper of protest. Madigan shut his eyes tight as if by blocking out the light, Madigan could free himself from the situation they were in. Please, please, I need them. I need them all. Please, help me.
“ Put your hands over Bren’s .”The extra voice in his head had Madigan’s eyes snapping open. “ Don’t worry about what you’re hearing, Madigan. You must hurry. The spell that Lucifer gave Bren is almost out .” A bolt of energy went through Madigan, propelling him across the room faster than he thought he was capable of. It was a giddy, tingling energy that infused him. That strange voice in his head instructed him to take Bren’s hands, so that was what he did, pushing Angelic Ties
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the energy in his body out through his fingertips and into the still form of his lover.
Immediately, Cross’s color got better, going from a pale gray to its normal complexion. The deep gouges and wounds on his chest slowly closed before his eyes, and the first stuttering breath Cross took made Madigan give a whoop of joy. The pulse at Cross’s neck began beating, weakly at first and then faster as the white light Madigan was exuding spread across his angel’s body. Madigan
“A brief respite before the storm,” Madigan whispered. The wind whipped away his words and distributed them out into the sky. It had been an all-too-brief respite. His heart constricted. What had happened to Cross? Where had Bren taken him?
“Almost there, baby,” Michel said as they climbed into the clouds themselves. Then Madigan felt the cold. It was a damp, penetrating cold that seeped through his already wet sticky clothes and dampened his skin. He shivered. “I swear, baby, five minutes tops.”
They fell out of the sky like eagles on one of the Discovery Channel shows Madigan loved to watch, and his already sore stomach protested that, too. Luckily, he had nothing left to throw up. They hit the ground harder than usual, the movement jarring in its intensity.
Another distant thud clued Madigan into the fact that they weren’t the only ones landing. Michel fished out Madigan’s car keys from his pocket, which was impressive considering he had to juggle Madigan’s weight to do it. The nephilim didn’t think he could walk. It was too much effort.
“His eyes are dilated. Looks like a concussion,” Michel said as he bounded up the front porch steps.
“Where’s Cross?” Madigan asked, finding his voice. He barely remembered getting here. Is this what shock feels like ?
From somewhere in the interior of the house someone shouted.
“Dex! Michel! Get up here!” It took a second to process that it was 84
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Bren’s voice. He sounded choked. Was he crying? The fact that one of his husbands needed him drew Madigan out of his stupor.
“Put me down,” he commanded, struggling a bit in Michel’s hold.
“I’m okay, Michel. Please, let me go to him.” He tried to put all the returning sanity he could into his gaze, and something in the depths of his eyes must’ve reassured Michel because the angel put him slowly on his feet.
Madigan wasted no time getting up the stairs. Despite the fact that he was stiff and hurting from numerous cuts and bruises on his body, the only thing that mattered was getting to his main goal. He swung around the corner and into their bedroom. The sight that greeted him made his heart plummet into his stomach.
Bren sat with his legs tucked into his chest, his massive black wings spread out behind him, and his hands which were glowing a faint blue over Cross’s naked chest. Cross looked lifeless, still in a way that wasn’t natural for the living. Tears blinded Madigan, and he nearly collapsed. This couldn’t be happening.
“I don’t know why he won’t wake up,” Bren sobbed. Tears cascaded down his normally cocky face. “My archangel said it could resurrect anyone.”
The others rushed into the room, Dex carrying a now-unconscious Yuri. Madigan gave another little whimper of protest. Madigan shut his eyes tight as if by blocking out the light, Madigan could free himself from the situation they were in. Please, please, I need them. I need them all. Please, help me.
“ Put your hands over Bren’s .”The extra voice in his head had Madigan’s eyes snapping open. “ Don’t worry about what you’re hearing, Madigan. You must hurry. The spell that Lucifer gave Bren is almost out .” A bolt of energy went through Madigan, propelling him across the room faster than he thought he was capable of. It was a giddy, tingling energy that infused him. That strange voice in his head instructed him to take Bren’s hands, so that was what he did, pushing Angelic Ties
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the energy in his body out through his fingertips and into the still form of his lover.
Immediately, Cross’s color got better, going from a pale gray to its normal complexion. The deep gouges and wounds on his chest slowly closed before his eyes, and the first stuttering breath Cross took made Madigan give a whoop of joy. The pulse at Cross’s neck began beating, weakly at first and then faster as the white light Madigan was exuding spread across his angel’s body. Madigan
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