Truth in Legends [Part Three of the Thicker than Blood Series] Read Online Free PDF Page A

as he brought his face inches from Matt's.  “That woman is mine,” Alex hissed, pointing in my direction.
     
    “Now... wait just a damned minute!  I don't belong to - “ I started to say, stepping closer to the two when Matt held up his hand, cutting me off without looking at me.
     
    “Kenna...” he warned.  “She is free to decide who she wants to be with, Azariah.  She's been with us both and -”
     
    “Jeremiel!” Alex screamed in his rage.  He could take no more reminding that I had been with Matt and lunged, smashing his fist into the side of Matt's face.
     
    As I stared in fright, watching them struggle to pound the other into submission, I wasn't sure what I should do.  Matt shoved Alex into an antique grandfather clock.  The wood put up no fight and splintered around Alex's torso.  Loose black and white feathers swirled around them as they crashed into more expensive looking items in Alex's living room.
     
    “Knock it off!”  I yelled at the top of my lungs, but it did no good.  They continued their epic fallen angel vs. archangel brawl, slamming each other into walls and furniture.  Could they be hurt?  Watching fearfully, I noticed neither had scratches on their skin.  Anyone else would be nearly a bloody pulp.  Maybe they couldn't be damaged?  As I watched them destroy the once beautiful living room, I decided the only one they presented any real danger to was me.  It would be best if I go wait outside while they did whatever they needed to feel better.  I watched for a few more moments.  As I started backing out towards the entry way, I noticed the huge sword Matt brought with him.  Why did he have a sword... unless... I cringed.  That could cause them harm, right?  That's why Matt brought it with him.  It was in plain sight!  I glanced at the two angels – they were too involved to notice my movements.  Slowly, I grabbed it by the hilt.  It fell over into my hands and I nearly dropped it onto the floor, surprised by its mass.  It had to weigh at least a hundred pounds!  I started to drag it and noticed it was making a huge gouge in the wooden floor as I pulled.  Dammit!   I stood it up on its point and tried to lift it straight up, but ended up dropping it to the floor in the process.  The gold and jewel encrusted hilt landed on my toes and I screamed in pain.  Dancing around on one foot, I lost my balance and started to fall.  Arms caught me and set me down gently.
     
    “What happened?”  It was Matt.  Alex was already taking off my shoe and sock to inspect the damage.
     
    I could see stars and I knew I needed to lie down on the floor before I fainted.  “Matt, lay me down,” I mumbled.  I felt the cool floor come into contact with my back and head.  My body was trembling with agony.  “I was moving your... your sword so...“  Alex made me stop short when he pushed my big toe back into its rightful place.  I screamed.
     
    “I'm sorry, love,” Alex said and stood.  “I need some gauze.  You're lucky it fell flat and not on its side or you'd have no foot left.”  He hurried off down the hall.
     
    Matt brushed the hair from my face tenderly.  “Why were you moving the sword, Kenna?  It's too heavy for you.”
     
    “Because I didn't want you to hurt each other.  I figured this sword was the only way you could.  After causing so much damage, you both look perfect.”
     
    Matt played with my hair thoughtfully.  “I'm sorry you're involved in all of this. I should have told you sooner.”
     
    “So, you told me but compelled me to forget instead,” I retorted.
     
    “Forgive me?”  He asked, looking vulnerable and afraid.  I was struck by the gravity of it.  An archangel... vulnerable and afraid... of losing me.
     
    I sat up slightly to respond to Matt and made the mistake of looking at my foot.  It was already purple, red and blue and was bleeding.  I saw stars again and laid back down as Alex came back.
     
    As gently as he