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insatiable.
    The air warped and rippled just above the road outside the New Hampshire Correctional Facility. There was a brief flash of white and the sound of wings beating the air as a rend in the fabric of time and space appeared to disgorge Remy Chandler.
    The Seraphim stumbled as he came forth, folding away his appendages of flight as he caught his balance and began to walk.
    Remy knew that he’d done the right thing in leaving the young murderer alone with his fear, but a part of him still wasn’t satisfied, and if he’d stayed any longer, Denning would have been dead.
    That was what he’d always been wary of, why he’d pushed the angelic essence of the Seraphim deeper and deeper inside himself, locking it away. It had always been wild, always reacting on instinct only.
    It was what Remy feared.
    What if he continued to think more like an angel? What if the more rational, human side of his dual nature hadn’t won this time?
    The urge was still there, like an itch at the center of his spine, taunting him to scratch.
    A vibrating sensation from the pocket of his jacket suddenly, thankfully, distracted him from his troubling thoughts, and Remy pulled out his phone and saw that Linda was calling.
    He guessed that he would call her his girlfriend, but something still didn’t feel quite right about that. It was odd talking with another woman after having been with Madeline for so long; even odder to know that he was beginning to develop feelings for Linda. He still felt guilty at times that he was somehow cheating on his dead wife. His issue, of course, and something else that he would have to deal with.
    “Hey,” he answered.
    “Hey yourself,” Linda replied. “What’s going on?”
    “Nothing much,” Remy lied, as he continued to walk down the center of the deserted road. The rain had temporarily ceased, but the air was still saturated, causing a writhing mist to snake up from the ground as the evening temperature gradually cooled. “Just wrapping up some stuff for work. What’s going on with you?”
    “I got out of class early,” she said. “I’m planning a date with some lounging clothes, a bottle of Merlot, and the Real Housewives of New Jersey .”
    “Sure one bottle will be enough for all of you?” Remy joked. “I hear those housewives can really put it away.”
    She laughed, and he was reminded again of how much he liked the sound—and her.
    “I miss you,” she said.
    Remy stopped walking, experiencing that moment of electricity that proved he wasn’t the only one starting to have those kinds of feelings.
    “I miss you, too.”
    “So, what are you doing now?” Linda asked again.
    He was about to suggest that he join her and the housewives when he remembered that he still had something left to do.
    “I was planning on stopping by Steven Mulvehill’s,” he said.
    “Has he returned any of your calls?” she asked, concern in her voice.
    Linda was aware that a rift had formed between the two friends, but she hadn’t been made privy to the specifics. The homicide detective had become involved in one of Remy’s recent cases and had received a full dose of the kind of world that Remy often walked in.
    A kind of world that Steven would have preferred never to have seen.
    “No, he hasn’t,” Remy admitted. “But I’m thinking of dropping by his place, anyway, to try to straighten this business out face-to-face.”
    “Good luck with that,” she wished him.
    “Thanks. I think he just needed some time to himself. Things should be fine once we’ve had a chance to talk. No worries.”
    “Do you want to stop by after?” she asked.
    “I’d love to, but Marlowe’s been alone for most of the day, and—”
    “Bring him with you,” she interrupted.
    Remy felt himself smiling at the suggestion. It had been a few days since the dog had seen Linda, and Remy knew he’d jump at the chance to go for a ride in the car, especially if it meant seeing his new friend. It would definitely make up