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terrified her. “You won’t touch him. You will not put your filthy hands on him.”
    Everett’s voice went up an octave, as if he was talking to an infant. “Sammy-poo? Now, Emma I don’t need to tell you what my job up here entails. You did it for so many years.”
    Everett approached the divider and placed a hand flat against it, offering his palm for her viewing.
    Her voice came again — quiet and tremendously more threatening than when she’d been cursing. “Mention his name one more time, and I swear on your dirty soul I’ll — ”
    Everett interrupted. “You can’t do anything. Please. You have to save the soul of a morose half-breed. Good luck with that. I’m untouchable, and you know it.” Everett put his mouth closer to the divider. “If Sam’s time is up, then I do my job,” he whispered. “And if his time is up in his next form, I’ll keep doing my job.”
    Emma placed her hand against Everett’s palm, then curled it into a fist and punched the divider.
    Everett winked and blew her a kiss. “Reincarnation is crazy, isn’t it? You die again and again and again and again.”
    “You’re a vicious bastard. I’ll get up here soon. And I will rip your black heart out and deliver it to Hell where it belongs.” Emma stepped away from Everett.
    Only another man would see the longing in his eyes, the want. Jason’s eyes widened as he registered Everett’s buried feelings.
    Everett pulled his hand away from their almost-touch and ran his fingers across his lips. “Your pain tastes like honey. I want more.” His angel wings flared vibrant red.
    He threw his arms above his head in a vicious cheer. “Run, pretty Emma! Try to fly! Save them all. I’ll be waiting.”
    Everett smiled and twitched his head in the exact direction of Jason’s cloud coffin. The bottom fell out and Jason started a breakneck fall to Earth.
    Emma dove almost immediately after him, ignoring Everett’s rising cackle of volcanic laughter. Jason’s remaining cloud confines unwrapped, leaving him free to flail as he hurtled to Earth.
    Emma was glad to see him provide resistance to the wind while she maintained her perfect diver’s form, her wing tucked so she’d be aerodynamic. When she drew even with him, she wrapped her arm around his waist. He looked worried as she glanced down to gauge their speed.
    “Do me a favor, half-breed, when I loosen my wing, grab the end and hang on.” Emma concentrated as the wind filled in all the space around them.
    Will it hurt you? Thinking was easier than yelling.
    “No. Quit being thoughtful — it pisses me off.” She sounded tough, but she had a hint of a smile.
    Jason took a firm grip on the end of her wing. Her black feathers arched into a parachute above them and their drop slowed considerably. Emma tilted her head back to glare at the clouds above their heads.
    “I wouldn’t put a tornado or hurricane past that asshole.” She was still angry, ready to fight.
    Jason readjusted his hand, trying to find a softer way to hang on to her.
    It’s a long way down. Why don’t you tell me why someone so evil is allowed in the gates of Heaven, and you’re tossed out?
    She focused on him, finally. “Everett knows how to work the system. Always has, always will.”
    Jason watched as the ground grew closer, more tangible. The morning light had gone from pink to light blue, brightening with its effort of bringing a new day. Emma’s lips were so close to his, her body pressed so tightly against him, it was mind-numbing. She smelled like a honeysuckle and clouds. Thankfully she seemed to be ignoring his thoughts, or was completely immersed in her own.
    “I hate him. There’s nowhere in the world I can go to get away from him. I wish…” She seemed to remember to have a tough exterior as the ground got closer.
    Jason’s feet prepared for the impact. They were two wishes blowing back down to the land.
    He thought in her direction. Tell me what you wish. Please?
    Then Emma and Jason