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quick to jump to conclusions. Everything is still speculation.”
    Lailah looked away and took a deep breath. “You’re right. But something’s coming.” She turned to me, worry clouding her eyes. “I can feel it. Especially when I look at you.”
    “Because you think whoever did this is trying to put me in the middle of it?”
    “They already have, haven’t they?”
    I sighed. “I guess so.”

Chapter 4
    Lailah’s fears weighed heavily on my mind as I walked the eight blocks through the French Quarter toward the home I shared with Kane. What if the angel realm really was gearing up for some rebellion? What would that mean for everyone else? They were soul guardians, charged with watching over the most vulnerable souls. If they were to fight each other for power, certainly some people would fall through the cracks and be lost. Or, worse, swallowed up in Hell.
    I shuddered thinking about it. Both Pyper and I and even Lucien had been saved because of a soul guardian. Specifically Lailah. She was a true hero. What would happen to her? No doubt she’d be in the middle of the fight one way or another.
    Fear for her overshadowed the unease of the curse I knew I carried. As long as I wasn’t pregnant I was okay…for now.
    The shotgun double I shared with Kane came into view, and the weight on my heart lessened a bit. The gaslights hanging over the porch flickered invitingly against the light breeze. Artificial light illuminated the curtain-covered window, and I imagined Kane lounging in the loveseat in the living room, a glass of wine in his hand while he waited for me.
    I quickened my pace, running up the wooden steps to the front door.
    But when I stepped through, he wasn’t in the living room. And the rest of the house was dark. “Kane?”
    No answer.
    “You home?” I made my way down the hall toward the kitchen, flicking on lights as I went.
    Again no answer. I bit down on my bottom lip and scouted the kitchen. Kane had said he was going to make dinner tonight, but there wasn’t one dish out of place. My chai tea mug was still sitting in the sink exactly as I’d left it this morning. I let out a deep sigh.
    He wasn’t here.
    Just to be sure, I checked the hallway. A soft glow of light shone underneath the door to our master bedroom.
    Maybe he was home.
    “Kane?” I said again and pushed the door open. The bedside table lamp cast a soft glow over a tray filled with cheesecake and fresh strawberries that had been left on the bed. A pair of wine glasses and a single lit pillar candle completed the scene.
    “Have a good day?” Kane asked, leaning against the bathroom doorframe. His hair was damp from the shower, and his jeans hung low on his hips. No shirt in sight.
    On any other day, if I’d walked in on this scenario, I’d be wiping the drool from my chin. But today all I wanted to do was cry. I didn’t, though. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to smile. “Not exactly, but it looks like it’s about to improve.”
    His lips turned up into that slow, sexy smile that always made me melt. Even now. My balled-up tension turned to desire as his dark eyes smoldered with intensity.
    Dammit, my libido was already in overdrive, no doubt because of the curse. Sucking in a breath, I slammed the door on my lustful cravings. We couldn’t do this. Not now. We had to talk.
    I cleared my throat and walked to the bed, needing the cheesecake more than I ever had. Reaching down to pick up one of the plates, I glanced over at him. “Do you mind? It’s sort of a cheesecake emergency.”
    All the heat vanished from his gaze. “What happened?”
    The fact that I hadn’t waited for whatever he’d had planned told him something was very off. A half-naked Kane and cheesecake was just about my favorite combination. The last time we’d had dessert in the bedroom…well, let’s just say both of us had been a little sticky the next morning.
    Kane sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me down into his lap. “All right.