The Kiss of Angels (Divine Vampires Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

in their skulls.  That would harden over time.  And so would their poor little souls.  “I don’t think the point of human existence is pain.”
     
    “What do you think it is?” He stopped too, peering down at the newborns. 
     
    “Love.”
     
    “Says the cherub.” Now he was the one giving her a half-smile and sidelong glance. 
     
    “I can’t think of anything stronger than love.” She crossed her arms, cocking her head at him.  “It redeemed that man’s soul today, didn’t it?” 
     
    “That it did.”
     
    “Do you think babies can see us?” Muriel stared at the little dark-haired newborn wrapped in a pink blanket burrito—obviously a girl.  The baby had been fussing and sucking hard on her fist when they stopped but now her face was turned toward them, her blue eyes wide. 
     
    “I don’t think they can see very far.” Char leaned closer to the glass, pressed to it, but not through it.  They could go through it if they wanted to, it just required a modicum of effort.  The baby closest to him, a blue burrito with a little bit of peach fuzz on his head, turned his face toward the angel.  “But I think they sense us.”
     
    “They sense the fey too.” Muriel nodded to one of the incubators in the corner furthest from them.  There was a tiny baby in there, smaller than the others.  One little fairy hovered outside, looking in.  The baby had turned toward the little light.  There was another sitting on top, chin in hand, looking very bored. 
     
    The fey were everywhere.  To the cherubim, and Muriel imagined, to the seraphim too, if they bothered to consider them at all, the fey were more a nuisance than anything else.  Like gnats, they were tiny little bits of light, flying around, here and there, influencing human lives everywhere they went, all based on The Maker’s directives.
     
    Or The UnMaker’s. 
     
    The UnMaker issued directives too, and the dark fey obeyed.  There were as many dark fey as there were light—shady complements to their bright counterparts.  And neither knew the other existed.  It was often a comedy of errors, watching the fey interact.  A dark fey would come along creating havoc, and a light fey would follow, never seeing the dim fairy who had caused the chaos—just the mess it made and left for the light fey to clean up. 
     
    They passed each other, light and dark, never knowing the other existed. 
     
    “What’s he doing?” Muriel leaned against the glass, seeing a shadow on the other side of the incubator-baby.  “Look, there’s a dark fey in the crib.”
     
    “His job.” Char’s mouth flattened into a thin line, watching. 
     
    “He’s going to smother it!” Muriel cried, the shadow creeping closer, covering the baby’s tiny face. 
     
    “It wouldn’t be the first time.” The line of his mouth grew even thinner but he didn’t move.
     
    She knew what he said was true.  Many babies perished in their first year of life.  They made easy prey for the dark fey. 
     
    “We have to do something.” She pushed through the glass, appearing on the other side. 
     
    Chariel followed, stopping her by grabbing hold of her arm. 
     
    “You know we can’t,” he said.  A nurse went right through them, down the aisle, carrying a bottle filled with formula. 
     
    The Maker made it very clear.  Angels weren’t allowed to interfere with the fey.  They had their missions.  Stepping in could change the course of a human’s fate, and unless an angel was directed to do so by The Maker , they weren’t supposed to intrude.
     
    But this was a baby!
     
    “It’s just a baby!” Muriel said out loud, struggling against Chariel’s hold.  “It’s not fair! Let me go! He’s going to—!”
     
    “No, Muriel.” Char pulled her in close, her back against his front.  His voice rumbled through her.  “I would know.  This child isn’t going to die.”
     
    “You promise?” Muriel glanced up at him, doubtful, then back to