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from earlier report men and women that towered over humans, with many other scarier attributes. It was the years of humanity in his blood that made it possible for him to look almost normal.
    Even with the humanity running through his veins, the corrupted blood of a fallen angel was there as well, making every day a constant battle to stay on the path of goodness. That was why he loved to work in the kitchen so much. The thought of creating a masterpiece from nothing comforted him in a way he couldn’t explain.
    As if on cue, his stomach growled, and he turned his attention to the egg breakfast. Before he could reach for it, Malachi cleared his throat, and successfully brought his focus back to the situation at hand. Looking up, he saw that Malachi was looking at him expectantly.
    “What? It’s not like I haven’t been late before.”
    “You’ve never missed an entire meeting.” He hated the knowing look Malachi gave him. “What were you doing anyway?” he asked.
    Huffing his frustration, Gemariah tried to play it off as nothing. “I was making my breakfast.” He waved in the direction of the, now cold, frittata.
    “I wasn’t talking about this morning, and you know it. Why didn’t you see my messages? I left you more than one.”
    Gemariah shrugged and looked away. “I wasn’t home,” he mumbled.
    Malachi let out a sigh and shook his head. “Another one? Are you trying to break some kind of record?”
    An obsession was more like it, except he wasn’t about to admit that. “Something like that.”
    Having enough of the third degree, he decided to switch back to his devil-may-care attitude, and leaned back in his chair again. Propping his boot clad feet on the table, he plastered on a sly grin and looked back at Malachi. “What can I say? They can’t keep their hands off me. I could teach you a few things, if you need.”
    Malachi rolled his eyes, but couldn’t hold back his smile. “Happily married.” He held up his left hand to flash his ring and asked, “Or have you forgotten?”
    “Oh yeah, where is that little spitfire? She was here earlier.” Gemariah glanced around the conference room, and even leaned back in his chair to peer out one of the windows that looked into the other offices.
    “ She didn’t want to be late for work, so she had to leave before you got here.” The emphasis about her was not lost on Gemariah.
    He pushed back the irritation he felt from his friend still getting on his case, and decided to give as good as he got. “Isn’t that sweet? Are you getting regular office visits now?” Putting his feet back to the floor, he leaned forward and whispered, “Tell me. Are these visits PG, or have you been secretly christening your desk when no one else is around?”
    Malachi just stood there with his hands clasped behind his back. His gaze didn’t waver from Gemariah, and he could have almost looked bored. That was his friend, always so put together and in control. If it wasn’t for the slight blush adorning his friend’s cheeks, Gemariah would assume Malachi hadn’t heard him.
    Considering that evidence enough, he opened his mouth to say more, but Malachi put up a hand to stop him. “Think what you want, but she was actually here on business. That’s why I moved up the meeting.”
    That got Gemariah’s attention. “What’s up? Is she okay?” He hadn’t known Trinity that long, but he already thought of her as a little sister. The thought of her mixed up with the ugliness they dealt with every day, didn’t sit well with him.
    “Yeah, she’s fine. She’s witnessed unusual things happening around a student at her school, and would like one of us to check it out.” Malachi looked down, and started to stack the papers on the desk in front of him. Without looking back up, he continued. “It could be nothing, but by her description, it’s possible the student could be possessed. Everything sounded legit, so I’m sending a couple people out there.”
    Gemariah