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his way in acknowledgement before turning his attention back to the television. “Yuri, he wants you.”
    Yuri pushed himself off the stool and crossed to the fridge where he pulled out the gallon of milk and poured him some more in a glass.
    “Didn’t you already fuck him? Why would he want me?”
    Dex shrugged. “I think he feels bad that you didn’t join us.”
    “Why?” Yuri asked. “I declined. It wasn’t like he didn’t make the offer.” He took a sip of his glass. Madigan was a strange human.
    Freaking hot. But strange.
    “He feels like you’re not as close to him as everyone else.” Dex crossed his huge arms over his chest. “You are a little more removed than the rest of us. You spend a lot of time by yourself.” Yuri shrugged. That was a common complaint by his lovers.
    “I’m a scholar. That’s what I do.” He didn’t know what else to say. He didn’t want to make Madigan uncomfortable. “I’m just taking things slow with Madigan. Trust me when I say I am definitely interested.”
    Dex nodded. “Just making sure. I think Madigan feels the same way. It’s just sometimes when you’re not there, he wonders. You know?”
    “I’ll make a more concentrated effort to seek him out one-on-one once we are able to move about more freely. All right?” For once he didn’t add his bad mouth or his snide comments. Dex wasn’t the angel to mess with, especially not with Madigan. Normally, that wouldn’t stop him, but he felt like he should at least take the conversation seriously because Dex didn’t usually dwell on all that “feelings”
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    “Okay.” Dex smiled and turned back to go into the den. “You should’ve joined us. It was phenomenal.” Wasn’t it always? Yuri glanced down at his still-aching cock. Yeah. Maybe he should’ve joined them.

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    Bren enjoyed the wind on his face, even if it was colder than the third ring of hell. The expression made Bren smile. It was just an expression but one that Lucifer’s angel found funny. He’d heard the gong of his lord’s bell as he’d finished cleaning up his lovers. Some things couldn’t be interrupted, but that wasn’t one of them. He winged his way toward the temple that was on the outskirt of the city where Madigan lived. His lord would meet him there. He didn’t know how he knew, but he knew. Like all angels bound to an Archangel, Bren was able to pick up on things that Lucifer wished of him. Meeting locations were the easiest.
    The particular Judaic temple where Luc wanted to meet belonged to a small congregation of Jewish people who were mostly middle class. Luc enjoyed going to their ceremonies mostly, giving them small blessings where he could. It was just his way. He could be very generous when he chose to be, or he could be very cruel. Being the devil allowed him to do both in equal measure. Bren wondered what sort of mood he’d be in when he arrived. He wasn’t very predictable.
    “Orgies on Saturdays, church on Sundays. You’re a walking conundrum, my Lord,” Bren said by way of greeting as he landed on the temple steps. Luc was staring off at something over in the adjacent cemetery. All angels looked like their archangel. It was like some unwritten rule or something. Lucifer sported the same pale skin, dark hair, and dark eyes that Bren had. The difference was in the wings.
    Luc’s wings were a breathtaking violet color tipped in crimson.
    “Actually, services are on Friday. So though your schedule is flawed, it is still workable.” His lord’s voice was perfection, the 34
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    sound more akin to wind chimes than human speech, but then that was the angelic tongue for you. Bren bowed as he was addressed. It was customary after all. “My brother called me quite concerned this morning. He says that your new bonding is not going according to plan.”
    Bren worried his bottom lip. Crap . He hadn’t been expecting this.
    “Cross and I don’t always see eye to eye where