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framing a face most women would have swooned over. But not Tory. Maybe if she hadn’t seen Michael first… No, this angel didn’t have her heart hammering and her mouth watering.
    Her obvious preference for Michael couldn’t be good.
    A few mumbled words from Michael in what Tory thought might have been Latin and the sword disappeared, but he didn’t relax his stance. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was not happy about the other angel’s presence. Was it because of her? Or for some other reason?
    “You wanted to be kept aware of Asmodeus’s movements. I’m here to comply.”
     

Chapter Four
    Michael rolled his eyes. Sure he was. Zadkiel could have found another way to deliver a message of this importance, but it was Michael’s own fault for mentioning Tory. He should have known Zadkiel would never be able to overcome his curiosity, and the way she clung to him would only further fuel Zadkiel’s interest. Completely aware of every inch of Tory plastered against his back, Michael knew the wise thing would have been to push her away, but he couldn’t do it. The way Zadkiel was eyeing her inflamed the need to draw her even closer, directly into the protection of his arms. Wouldn’t that intrigue his second-in-command beyond imagination?
    “So make me aware,” Michael snapped, watching Zadkiel flicker a glance over his right shoulder, landing without a doubt on Tory. He could almost see the wheels turning behind his second’s brown orbs. Zadkiel wanted to ask about Tory but thought better of it.
    Michael hadn’t made Zadkiel his second because he was stupid.
    Zadkiel cleared his throat. “Asmodeus is on the move, leaving a trail of dead bodies in his wake. Powerful witches, every single one of them, and interestingly enough, all bear a striking resemblance to your…companion.”
    Tory’s quiet gasp filled Michael’s ears though it was the gentle trembling running along his spine that fully caught his attention. He hadn’t wanted Zadkiel’s notice directed at Tory any more than necessary, but the shudders racking her slight frame drew him and Michael turned, gathering her into his arms, completely aware of Zadkiel’s probing gaze.
    “It’s my fault,” she whispered, burying her face in his chest.
    “Nonsense. You do not control Asmodeus’s actions anymore than I.” Michael cupped the back of her head to hold her close, his fingers sinking into wet hair. Lifting her face, he rested his forehead against hers. “Go dry you hair, love, before you get sick.”
    Tory hesitated only a moment before whispering, “Okay.”
    Michael knew her acquiescence was due to the fact she was upset. By the time she finished doing as he’d commanded she’d have her emotions under control and would no doubt come out claws drawn.
    Watching her disappear into the bathroom—hell, he couldn’t tear his eyes from Tory’s retreating figure. It was only Michael’s iron-willed control preventing him from dragging her back into his arms. It amazed him how quickly she’d become embedded in the very fiber of his being.
    “Love?” Zadkiel questioned, forcing Michael’s attention back to his second and the smirk plastered across his face. Frowning, Michael took a threatening step toward him, but Zadkiel only added, “Not quite the big scary archangel now that I’ve really seen how you treat humans.”
    “You will show some respect to my mate,” Michael snarled before his brain caught up with the anger consuming him. Zadkiel’s eyes widened and Michael cursed. That was the last thing he’d wanted to admit to anyone.
    “Shit. You’re sure?” At Michael’s arched brow, Zadkiel nodded. “Of course you are. Now I understand why this has become such a priority. Any idea why Asmodeus is after her?”
    “No, all I have is conjecture. Tory believes her father was a warlock, which explains the power she is coming into. And as I’m sure you have noticed, what she has, she has in abundance. So I have two