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straight up to his bedroom—she always had that slight slap of vertigo when she wasn’t in charge of their destination. She also wasn’t surprised he had disappeared . . . again. But she couldn’t help the familiar disappointment that slid through her like a black cloud. From the way he’d greeted her tonight, she’d dared to hope.
    But she should’ve known better.
    Uriel had interceded for her back at the Garden of Eden and vowed before God that he would keep her supplied with sustenance so she could survive. His intervention had been necessary since once humans fell from grace, their energy was no longer strong enough to sustain her—only another supernatural creature could. And without God’s approval, no supernatural creature would even speak to her, let alone feed and sustain her. Many of them still blamed her for Adam and Eve being kicked out of the Garden of Eden, even though she was only doing what she had been created to do—tempt humans so they could grow and evolve.
    Lilith still didn’t know why Uriel had saved her. She wasn’t privy to God’s plans concerning her, but assumed without Uriel’s intervention, she would be long dead and all the incubi and succubi that currently populated the earth and the other realms would have never existed.
    To further complicate matters, Archangels were forbidden to have relationships—with each other or with other high-level supernatural creatures. God meant them to help the humans, and the temptation for His “executive staff” to become too familiar with each other and leave the lower angels and the human race to their own devices was a very real threat to God’s plans.
    But that didn’t mean God expected the Archangels to remain abstinent, only to choose their partners from among those beneath them in the hierarchy. After all, He had made sex for the enjoyment of all His creatures, and the Archangels were no different—although they had a lot less sexual hang-ups than the humans. But then, who didn’t?
    Lilith still wasn’t sure why she counted as a high-level supernatural since she and her minions were considered the bastard step-children of the supernatural world—neither demon nor angel, but something in between. And yet, somehow when Uriel had taken responsibility for her, her status had been set.
    It had been difficult for Uriel to reconcile his two sets of vows until he’d found a loophole. He facilitated sexual sessions between Lilith and others including humans, demons, succubi, or incubi. He watched and pleasured himself but didn’t participate. The sexual energy he gave off from his completion was more than enough to feed Lilith, and he still technically stayed within the boundaries of his vows.
    She sighed. There had only been once that Uriel had given in and taken Lilith himself. She’d been hopelessly in love with him long before that, but she’d spent the millennia since longing for another night in his arms. Tonight’s greeting had given her hope, and his disappearance had cruelly dashed it all over again.
    “Damn it, Uriel.” She turned in a circle looking for him.
    The large custom bed big enough for six full-grown men took up one wall. A large vertical dark cherry log sat at each corner—the side braces for the intricate wrought-iron headboard and footboard that graced the huge bed. The comforter was deep purple, the satin sheets and pillowcases black, matching the theme of the rest of the room.
    But no much-too-gorgeous Archangel.
    On the wall to the right of the bed stood two glassed-in French doors that led out to a balcony that ran the entire length of the back of the house. The wall to the left of the bed held an antique cherry chest of drawers, dressing table, and the door that led back inside the house.
    Lilith slowly turned around to look behind her.
    Uriel sat on a large black leather couch dressed in gray slacks and a white button-down shirt open at the collar. She sucked in a breath as she let her gaze roam over him,