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blade. “ Demoniis look for the same female we search for—the psychic one?”
    “Yes. Did you find any with even a spark of pyre and rime ?”
    “Nothing,” Týr said. Stripping off his jeans and shirt, he yanked on sweats and a tee.
    “Same,” Blaéz added.
    The image of honey-kissed skin, annoyed brown eyes, and a lush mouth, compressed in irritation, flashed through Aethan’s mind, haunting him. Shit . He slammed off the vision and met the Archangel’s stare. Shrugged. “No.”
    He wasn’t about to confess crap to anyone about how a mortal affected him. The taste of her was like a drug to his senses. He shifted on the bench, rattled at how easily that damn part of him he had no control over hardened with mere thoughts of her. Setting the sword aside, he leaned forward, bracing his elbows on his knees to hide the tenting of his Gi’s.
    “Not what I was hoping to hear,” Michael said, his tone grim. “We have to find her fast. The demons may not have the actual prophecy but they are aware of its existence. They will use anyone, do anything to get to her.”
    “How can you be sure that particular prophecy has begun?” Blaéz asked. He finally let his sword shimmer and settle back on his biceps. “This could be another foolish attempt for them to seek world dominion.”
    “Gaia summoned me. She wants the mortal found.”
    Aethan stilled at the name.
    Gaia. That mystical force of nature, the creator of all they stood on, who saw to the protection of mortals. She was the Being they’d sworn allegiance to. The fact she chose to task them with this proved they had no choice but to wade into ancient crap. And clean it out.
    “Talk about heading into shitsville,” Týr muttered, winding his way between the benches as he joined them. “Who was Zarias, for this to happen?”
    “An immortal. The first to disregard a fundamental law and be executed—long before your time.”
    Aethan tossed the terry cloth on the bench and glanced back at Michael. “Want to tell us why the Celestial Realm took this to Gaia?”
    “They cannot ask us to deal with such prophecies without her approval. Our allegiance lies with her now. But Zarias’s descendant is mortal. So either way—”
    “We’re still drawn into the cesspit,” Blaéz said.
    Michael nodded, bracing his arm on a treadmill. “If you like. More importantly, hers is a bloodline far more powerful than you can imagine. It’s imperative she is found and brought here to the castle. Before you say anything, I get that it’s going to be difficult to have a human female underfoot—”
    “You don’t hear me complaining,” Týr drawled, sitting on a bench. He picked up a free weight and began to work his right biceps. “Having one of the forbidden, fairer sex living under our roof should liven things up a bit.”
    Aethan got up and put away his sword. The Norse might want to rile Michael, but he understood far too well the temptation mortal females presented. Thoughts of her had his restlessness growing in spades. He should’ve let her punch him yesterday—maybe her tiny fist would’ve knocked some sense into him.
    In this realm, darkness shadowed the immortals that lived here in the form of the Absolute Law, which forbade liaisons between mortal and immortal. If caught, it meant a death sentence for both. The same law Zarias had broken and been executed for.
    These males who now guarded Earth as warriors were once gods, stripped of their powers and banished from their pantheons for all eternity for whatever had happened there several millennia ago. And yet they were still bound by the archaic ruling.
    Truth was, Aethan doubted anyone gave a damn, anymore.
    The Absolute Law didn’t apply to him, since he came from the Empyrean Realm, because his cursed powers were a surefire way not to break those decrees.
    He should know.
    Hannah. The moment he’d seen her, he wanted her. Hell, he hadn’t known better. When his powers filled Hannah at the height of his