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breathed deep of their
commingled scent. If only she could forget him. Her thoughts drifted to Osce.
Maybe he could help her with this.
    * * * * *
    “Hey, Mort,” said Osce. “Been a while since I’ve seen you.
What’s up?” Unsure of the reason for her visit, Osce eyed her warily.
    “I needed someone to talk to.”
    “Hmm, and I’m the first person that came to mind of course?”
Osce’s mouth lifted in a sneer. “Wouldn’t have anything to do with the one
bastard I’m not going to discuss with you?”
    She looked at Osce’s face. A puckered scar started at his
temple, ran the length of his right cheek and stopped just short of reaching
his full lips. It would never go away unless Uri removed it. Damn if it didn’t
manage to make him look even more handsome in a sinister way. If only she could
feel for him what she felt for Uri. Because Osce was an exulted and imbued with
lesser powers, the rules regarding being with him were different.
    The sleek brown braid now reached past his waist. She
remembered how soft it had felt fisted in her hand. That was as far as it went.
Her intention even then had been to use Osce to wipe the angel of repentance
from her thoughts. It hadn’t worked.
    “Look, Mort, I forced the kiss. I know what you’re thinking
and none of this is your fault.” Whiskey-brown eyes lanced through her.
    “I can’t help feeling responsible.”
    “For what? I knew what you were doing. I could have said no.
It wouldn’t have been any different. He has set his mind on having you.”
    “That can never be.” Tears threatened her eyes and she
turned from Osce. His footfalls sounded far away as he crossed to where she
stood. When his arms enfolded her, Morta let go. Silent sobs wracked her body
and her dear friend just held her. She should hold him after what he’d been
through. Osce’s face had been disfigured in a jealous rage when Uriel believed
his exulted wanted to possess Morta. Uri had intended to teach Osce respect by
kidnapping the woman Osce was falling for. The problem was the woman, Patricia,
happened to be Yael’s best friend, and that brought Ramiel into it. Morta had
retrieved Patricia but bad feelings lingered. “If only Ramiel hadn’t been
involved. Christ, he and Uriel need each other.”
    “Shh, baby. It’ll work out. It gets easier.”
    “Yeah, like you could forget Patricia.” She wiped her eyes
and smiled up at him. “Tell me how easy that is.” She was sorry the words had
left her mouth. Osce stepped away from her going to stand by the window.
    “I don’t want to talk about her.” His shoulders slumped.
    “Why are you torturing yourself? Do you know how lucky you
are that you can be with her?”
    “Yeah, right.” His glare was full of anger when he faced
her. “Do you think for one minute Uri would leave her alone if he knew how much
I cared? This isn’t over for him, Mort.”
    “He’d never harm her. Not now. She has Yael’s protection and
Ram would never allow it.”
    “I won’t involve them again.”
    “I’ll tell him the truth. It was just a kiss; it meant
nothing to either of us.”
    “Felt pretty hot from my end. Back then I’d hoped…Look, it
doesn’t matter. Uri thinks there was more.”
    “So because I don’t owe him an explanation, it’s my fault?”
    “I said it’s not your fault. Mort—”
    “I must go.” It is my fault. If Uri hadn’t seen that
one kiss, none of this would be happening. She had to find him, make him
understand about what he saw. Ram and Yael would never let Osce be hurt again,
but she couldn’t take that chance. A need burned in her to make it right for Osce
and Patty. At least somebody could come out of this sad affair with some
happiness. Sure as hell won’t be me.
    Michael and the Father had set rules and Morta understood
why there must not be an alliance between her and Uriel. Ever.
    Morta felt her sister Fate’s presence as she whipped through
the night sky.
    Are you close to a remedy? Decima