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would disappear, or not appear when he
needed them, then he could actually cause such a thing to happen.
The power of the mind was frightening.
    Since
then, he had spent every moment when flying thinking about how
wonderful his wings were and that he was glad to have them, and he
really didn’t want them to go away, and that his curse wasn’t in
effect anymore.
    It seemed
to have worked well so far.
    There had
only been that one incident since coming to the mortal realm, and
the incident before that had been almost thirteen years ago when he
had come to Earth to oversee Amelia as she moved out of her
family’s house in the countryside and into her own apartment in
London at the age of eighteen. He wasn’t sure what had happened
then either.
    His mind
drifted over the past incidents and how his superior had
conveniently used each one to deflect his questions and get him off
the subject of Amelia’s destiny. Skilful old bastard. His superior
was ancient in angel terms, reborn almost six thousand years ago,
although he appeared no older than Marcus.
    Marcus
had been reborn in a time of peace two thousand years ago and could
only remember that his previous position had been that of a
guardian too. Most angels changed roles on their rebirth, with the
exception of a few who bore destinies that kept them harnessed into
a specific role, but all forgot their past lives. It was common for
some to recall main points about themselves and all retained their
former appearance, although wing colour changed from role to
role.
    Marcus
couldn’t recall ever being something other than a
guardian.
    He knew
angels who had changed roles, dying one day as a guardian and
waking the next as a mediator or assistant of death or a
hunter.
    Death
himself, Apollyon by name, had been reborn countless times into the
same role, forever a black-winged messenger of destruction, and was
a singularity in that he could remember important historical events
in which he had been involved. Namely horrific times of devastation
such as the flood, and the fall of civilisations, and the
punishment inflicted upon Sodom and Gomorrah.
    Perhaps
Marcus was eternally reborn as a guardian because he had a
destiny.
    He just
wasn’t sure what that destiny was.
    But he
knew it had something to do with Amelia and the event that would
occur in the future. His reason for keeping her safe. Once the
event occurred, his mission would end. What was her
destiny?
    Whatever
it was, it was important enough that Heaven had assigned him to
watch over her as she walked the path towards her fate. Not many
mortals had personal watchers. Most angels in the Higher Order of
Watchers were assigned to thousands of people at once.
    Amelia
had her own guardian angel.
    Himself.
    Why?
    Marcus
threw his left arm across his face and grimaced when the hard cold
vambrace protecting his forearm struck his nose, sending dull pain
splintering across his skull. He sighed and focused, using his
power to remove his armour, and lay naked on the bed, contemplating
what the future held for him and for Amelia.
    Heaven
hadn’t punished him.
    His
actions tonight had engendered a positive emotional response in
Amelia.
    He didn’t
like the sound of that or what his superior had implied.
    He tilted
his head to his right and stared at the wall that separated his
apartment from Amelia’s. He couldn’t feel her in the bedroom, which
meant she was sleeping on the couch, too far away for him to easily
sense.
    Was she
attracted to him?
    If she
was, could he bring himself to use that against her and forge the
connection between them that his superior had mentioned?
    He wanted
his mission to end.
    But he
wasn’t sure he was willing to pay the price his superior had placed
on it.
    Marcus
had always obeyed his orders and did all in his power to remain a
faithful and loyal servant of his master, but he was also a man of
principles who followed a code of honour, and using Amelia’s
feelings against her was wrong. As little