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pulsating from where Emma had penetrated them, and he ran through to catch up.
    Her angry voice stopped him. “You send me down, just to let me back up again? You can’t decide what the hell you want, can you?”
    Jason stood still, and sure enough the clouds parted enough for him to see her as if through a sheer curtain. She remained in her pajamas, hands on her hips, scowling. The object of her hate stepped into view. He glowed like the sun, waxed and shined. His wings were easily the size of two cars. They trapped light like crystals and threw off rainbows in every direction. He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of jeans. His rippling muscles flaunted his strength.
    “Emma. Sweet Emma. You couldn’t turn down a chance to get a good look at me again, could you?” The angel trailed a finger from his neck to his abdomen, licking his lips as he looked at her.
    Jason was jealous. The feeling seemed compounded by the altitude. His anger had him shaking.
    “Everett. Asshole Everett,” Emma said, mocking him. “Looking at you makes me wish I could still work up a forceful puke.”
    She didn’t look scared, but from this angle she did look dirty. These clouds were like cotton candy made from starlight. Emma was a grubby sock in a pile of bleached laundry. The vision that was Everett walked closer, and he made his pectoral muscles dance like a male stripper.
    “How’s your redemption going?” He gave an elaborate pout.
    Emma snorted. “About as good as your erections were on Earth.”
    Everett flew toward her. Jason wanted to go to her side, fight for her, but the clouds that hid him had become a tight-fitting shroud. He struggled against them, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t help.
    Emma tried beating her one floppy wing to gain some height, but it barely lifted her off her feet. Everett’s out-of-place smile grew more menacing as he swooped closer. Jason felt his mind cry as Emma gave up on her wing and squared her stance. She curled her hands into fists. Her defense looked like someone planning to blow out a forest fire with one breath.
    Emma!
    Her words came to him again as his concern escalated. “I am as you perceive me. This is how you want me to be.”
    Jason shook his head and channeled his mental distress into something useful. As he began to picture her, she transformed. The bunny slippers became thigh-high leather boots. Jason made her a gladiator. He was even able to picture her wing dyed jet black. Her hands were soon wrapped around two coal-colored swords, as sharp as he could imagine them.
    Everett stopped his threatening approach and set his feet close to, but not quite touching, the cloud-covered ground support.
    “Oh, we’re not alone?” Everett scanned the area in mock surprise, pretending to look for Jason. “Did your new boyfriend try to get in the backdoor of Heaven?”
    Emma didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge the change in Everett’s demeanor. She dropped one blade and hoisted the other above her head. She charged at Everett, who merely snickered. A clear divider materialized to stop the blade’s downward motion. Emma tossed the weapon and pounded on the barrier with her hands.
    Everett began laughing, a deep, false-sounding noise. “Did you really think I wanted to fight? Emma, Emma, Emma. I come in peace. I’m here to offer you guidance in your time of need. Tell me, precious girl, what can I do for you?”
    Emma ran a hand through her hair. Jason wrapped her hair in a ponytail for her mentally, appreciating the soft curve in her neck.
    “You can go screw yourself, for starters.” She paced behind the barrier, her eyes scanning the clouds and pausing on the spot where Jason was hidden.
    “You know, I was listening the other day, and it seems there might be some development down on the rocks of Croton,” Everett said. “Shame, the eagles will lose their habitat. Such is the way of the world.”
    Emma became a statue. This seemingly innocuous information about eagles had