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deflected their powered strikes. Grinning, he disappeared out of the gym and into the weight room. They followed.
    “Now, now,” Týr chastised. “You both have to stop chasing after me. I don’t bat for your team—”
    Aethan struck from the front. Blaéz came in from the side. The meeting of steel reverberated off the walls.
    Týr grunted, skidding back as his sword fell. Didn’t seem to care that two deadly blades were pressed against his throat. “Cheating now, Celt? Well then.” A flame burst out of his palm. He rolled the fire in his hand as one would a tennis ball. “You look like the ghost of Christmas Past . I think you need a tan.”
    His chest heaving, Blaéz didn’t respond. His winter-blue eyes were placid ice lakes and all the more dangerous.
    Aethan stepped away, his objective completed. He headed for the fridge and snagged a bottle of water.
    “My lords?” A low voice rumbled through the gym.
    Aethan turned and saw the butler, standing in the doorway, frowning.
    “Yes, Hedori?” Aethan asked the male who’d followed him from Empyrea eons ago.
    The butler straightened all six feet of his wiry build. Steel-colored hair woven into a single braid lay down his back. His expression slid back into its usual impassive lines.
    “The Archangel is here.”
    The flame Týr had been rolling in his palm snapped back into his body at the news. “Guess that shift in the air wasn’t Armageddon happening or something equally delightful. Shit’s flying. We’re screwed man. Time to haul out the heavy duty shovels.”
    Týr was right. It was never a good thing when Michael showed up. Just meant more crappy jobs were about to be heaped on them.
    Aethan twisted the cap and took a deep swallow of his water.
    The sharp scent of glacial ocean with a hint of woody amber flooded the room. Cursing, Aethan clamped down his shield against the draw. Couldn’t Michael just tone down the angelic allure?
    “Thanks, Hedori, for announcing my arrival. Hearing delightful words of welcome makes my day,” Michael drawled as he strode into the weight room.
    Hedori bowed and left the room at a quick trot.
    Taller than most immortals, with thick muscular arms, Michael let his black hair hang wild and free around massive shoulders. Dark shades covered his eyes, his tanned face set in foreboding lines. At six-foot-nine-inches, the Archangel was a helluva sight, even without wings.
    “Cut it out, Arc. The humans get a whiff of that stuff—unless you want the chaos?”
    Instantly, the fragrance disappeared, and Aethan snorted.
    Michael glanced around the place. “It’s been a while. Good to see all’s in one piece and the castle still stands.”
    Týr smirked at the Archangel. “So, what’s doing, my man?”
    His shaded gaze rested on them. “There’s been a spike of activity on the psychic planes, which is of concern to the Celestial Realm. It correlates to another smaller one that occurred several years ago.”
    And there it was: the reason for Michael’s sudden arrival. The last contact, several weeks ago, with orders to find the psychic female, had been through a phone call. And it meant this one couldn’t be ignored. Restlessness started to creep back into Aethan, despite the punishing training hours earlier. Now, he itched to head out and find a real fight. But that wasn’t happening until this meeting was over.
    Setting the water bottle aside, Aethan took a soft cloth from the supplies stored near the lockers, sat astride an exercise bench, and began to wipe his sword. As long as the psychic spike didn’t concern this realm, he cared less about them happenings in others.
    “Why would this be of concern to us?” Týr asked. He opened his locker and pulled out a change of clothes.
    “It means a prophecy has come to pass.” Michael’s expression was grimmer than usual. “A mortal of Zarias’s bloodline has awakened and is the reason for the increase in demonii activity.”
    Aethan paused in the cleaning of his