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theologian and a banker. I’m sure they were a hell of a lot of help,” Michael drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
    “Well, it’s not like anyone else was going to step up to the plate,” she stated, annoyed by his arrogance. It was her family Michael was talking about. An odd family, she would give him that, but the only one she’d ever known. “I didn’t have a flock of angels at my disposal.”
    Michael dragged her closer as he leaned in. “You should have. If I’d known…” Shaking his head, he let his hand fall away before rising to his feet and striding to the other side of the room.
    Tory needed to change the subject. Feeling as if they were standing on the edge of a steep cliff with a painful fall imminent, she picked something she thought would be safe…at least safer than where they had been heading. While she didn’t know exactly where that might be, she feared it enough to want to avoid it. “Where is Ari? What did you do to her?”
    Michael was silent a moment, disappointment etched across his face. With a sigh, he followed the direction she’d gently nudged the conversation. “I returned her to the Hall of Souls where she belongs.”
    Biting her lip, Tory wondered if she would have the nerve to ask what she was really dying to know—how Ari was connected to Michael. It wasn’t really any of her business, and maybe if she kept telling herself that it would eventually sink in.
    Or not.
    “Whatever it is, ask it of me.”
    Michael sounded eager, too eager for the jealous rampage she wanted to embark upon. Who’d have thought she’d be envious of a dead woman, but apparently she was. And feeling very territorial over an angel she had absolutely no business even considering.
    “How did you become acquainted with Ari?” Okay, so I’m a fool , Tory freely admitted to herself.
    Michael’s eyes grew vacant, as if he were immersed in a past memory. It took everything in her not to jump up and stomp from the room in an ill-tempered fit. Lord, she could just imagine his shock at that.
    Appearing to be waking from a stupor, Michael blinked, his vision clearing. “She had been no more than a child, only nineteen when Gabriel introduced us,” he said with a tinge of sadness.
    Nausea settled in the pit of her stomach, but instead of demanding what the hell Ari had meant to him, she asked, “Who is Gabriel?” Because truthfully she was too big a wimp to find out.
    Michael’s eyes narrowed. “You know who he his, but are you sure you really want to discuss this? You might not like where it leads.”
    Tory didn’t reply right away. Instead she recognized the challenge in his eyes and his words and tried to determine the meaning behind them. Did Michael already know the feelings he seemed to raise in her? Was he warning her from the truth, knowing how badly it would hurt her? Or was it something else entirely?
    She was about to demand an answer from him but Michael beat her to the punch.
    “ The Archangel Gabriel. Ariadne was his mate.”
    Mate? Michael had mentioned it before but what did he mean?
    Tory would have verbalized the thought if not for Michael’s sudden movement. He grabbed her arm, yanking her from the bed and shoving her behind him as a bright flash of light engulfed the room. Glad for his back shielding her, she buried her face in his shirt, hiding from what that light might entail. She wasn’t worried it might be a demonic presence. It was still daylight out, and for some reason she figured demons would not cast such a pure white glow when they entered a room.
    “What the hell are you doing here, Zadkiel?” Michael demanded, causing her curiosity to get the better of her. Tory peeked over his shoulder and shuddered.
    Michael had brandished that beast of a sword again, but it wasn’t the weird blade of flame that had caught her attention. It was Zadkiel. Tall, though not as tall as Michael, he stood before them, light brown hair brushing against broad shoulders and