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countless storms, natural and paranormal. He’d never felt anything like that.
    He looked around, but from what he could tell, nobody came out of their homes to see what had happened. He shrugged and put his helmet back on. He’d continue on his way home, and if he passed anyone who needed help, he’d stop. There wasn’t anything he could do now short of driving all over the city searching for the power source.
    He pulled up to the small house he’d rented for the duration of his assignment, opened the garage, and pulled in. As he got off the bike, Ambrose rushed out, a scowl on his face.
    “Did you feel that?” he asked. His blond hair had come loose from its band, something highly unusual for his stern friend, and it flowed around him.
    “Yeah, all the way across town. Do you know what it was?”
    Ambrose shook his head. “No, I’ve never felt anything like it.”
    Shade’s eyes widened. If someone as ancient as Ambrose was confused, then it might have never happened before. That was downright scary as hell.
    “Well, that doesn’t sound good. What are you doing here? I thought you were out searching for something.” Shade put his helmet away and led the other angel into the living room.
    The house was a nice fit for a bachelor, but not so much for two people; Ambrose was staying with him. But they made it work. The place came furnished with brown couches and rugs with the typical standard fare of Target art and decorations. It suited his purpose just fine since he didn’t plan to stay that long, though if he had any time off, he might do the landlords a favor and fix up the backyard some. In his free time, he liked to create rock formations and landscape structures. His home at the enclave had acres of rocks and waterfall formations that he’d created from granite. He did all the labor, and it gave him an outlet for the fury and darkness that threatened to override his otherwise calm demeanor; a fury he hid so well from others.
    “I came to tell you a bit more about this Lily of yours,” Ambrose answered.
    “She’s not my Lily,” Shade said, then he realized he’d said it a little too rushed.
    Ambrose merely lifted a brow. “Touchy. I see you’ve met her then.”
    He shook his head. “I’ve only seen her through a glass window. I didn’t speak to her.” But, oh, how he wanted to meet her, and then maybe bend her over the coffee counter or spread her over the table to see if she tasted like strawberries. He didn’t know why, but she looked like she’d taste like strawberries. Ripe, sweet strawberries…
    Ambrose gave him a blank stare.
    Oh, shit. Had he said that aloud?
    “So.” Shade cleared his throat. “What else did you find out?”
    Like is she single?
    Really? That was what he was thinking? The entire world might go up in flames because of his dust, and he couldn’t get his mind off a woman with big green eyes. Frustrated with himself, he cursed, then went to the fridge for a beer.
    He pulled one out for himself and handed another beer to Ambrose.
    “I don’t want to know what you’re thinking, but I will say it’s okay to think about another woman.” His tone grew somber. “It’s been long enough. You’ve mourned enough.”
    “That’s funny coming from you. If you didn’t want to know what I was thinking, why did you even bring it up?” His chest hurt at the thought of Ilianya and Cora. He shook it off. He didn’t need to think about them now.
    Ambrose sighed and took a long pull of his beer. “The woman works at an environmental research facility as a lab tech.”
    Shade froze. “Shit.”
    “Pretty much.”
    “What are the odds?”
    “Exactly.”
    “So, I need to get the dust now, but if I do it without her knowing, then they’ll notice it’s missing. I mean, we could just take it and ignore the consequences.  If they’ve already done analysis on it…it could be a problem.” Shit, this had just gotten even more complicated.
    Ambrose nodded. “I don’t think