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course, this was far from the perfect world so five foot ten brunettes with flawless skin who could sing with the angels were perfectly legal. She fairly radiated angelic magic to the point my skin tingled with it. I tried very hard to keep smiling and not hate her for it.
    Let me backtrack a moment. However mankind has deified them, angels are not gods or demigods or anything more illustrious than what they truly are. A magical race of sentient beings, like pixies, sprites, shifters, trolls and the rest of the beings that occupies the seven layers of Earth. The one thing angels have that the rest of us don’t is the fact they are the ones charged with overseeing the day-to-day maintenance of the children of creation. We’re a full time job for most of them.
    Lust is not uncommon among any of the sentient races so it’s no true surprise half-bloods are running about. The ones who inherit gifts or characteristics from the fathers are rare, but all of them shine out to people like me. Orifiel’s daughter was truly a gifted woman. Her voice carried the wealth of the angels, but her touch showed the love of nature as well. She was in the right field, I thought and envied, for a moment, her green thumb. It made me wonder what her mother was like to have attracted him to begin with.
    Thinking back to the conversation in my bedroom, I realized he had not lied to me. He’d said simply that he’d planned to give her memories to tell her grandchildren. I’d been the one to imply the undertone to that with my own lewd assumptions. Something told me Orifiel was spending far too much time on this plane if he was walking the lines that closely, but it made me smile ruefully, nonetheless.
    “Oh, I’m sorry.” I blinked when she started across the greenhouse toward me with an open smile. She was tall and lean with an inherent grace that would have looked far more suitable for a runway than a greenhouse. It was the kind of grace plain women like me hated because we couldn’t pull it off. “I didn’t see you come in. Can I help you find something special?”
    It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her that I already had, but I bit it back with a grin.
    “Actually, I’m a fan. I heard you sing at Down the Hatch the other night and wanted to meet you. I overheard Tommy and your manager at the door talking about your day job, so I hope you don’t mind me dropping in. I’m looking for something to brighten up my apartment and thought it would be the perfect opportunity…”
    I allowed myself to stammer off as if embarrassed and began to wander down the aisle of small trees. I stopped in front of one of those things you see in doctor’s offices and smiled as I ran my finger over the leaves. I’d kill it in a week, but it was still nice to look at.
    “I’m glad you liked my music.” She smiled at me shyly as she fell in step. “It’s only a hobby, but I enjoy it.”
    She seemed embarrassed that I had complimented her and it made me smile even wider. Most half-bloods, even the ones who didn’t realize what they were, had a tendency to be cocky and brash, so finding one who wasn’t was, well, just strange.
    “Oh, you have some true talent, Honora. Have you thought about going professional? I know a guy who’d so love to hear you sing. Do you have a demo?”
    There was my sinker. The man she was dating was trying to push her to go professional and cut him in on a third of her gross. From what I’d heard, I’m guessing that meant for the lifetime of her contract. Unfortunately, young women in love weren’t the most predictable or rational women, especially about trusting sneaky men with their money.
    “My boyfriend, Andy, is working on helping me get one.”
    She blushed prettily, and it only managed to emphasize how alabaster her skin was, and how it stood out against the deep auburn highlights of her hair and the crystal clarity of her green eyes. Women like this made women like me hate them simply because we look like