digging around?”
“No.”
“So, I guess that means you’re human now?”
“Guess so.”
I can’t breathe. I need to get out of here. I move toward the door without turning around. “I should probably go.”
“Frannie, talk to me.” His voice, the desperation in it, stops me in my tracks.
I raise my hand to my face, trying to erase the evidence of my tears. I turn slowly to face him, and his expression almost kills me. How can I do this? I’m not strong enough. I drop my eyes to the floor.
He holds out his hand to me, and I can’t help myself. I walk to the bed and sit on the edge of it. At his touch, my heart races, but I still don’t look at him.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he says, and I feel tears well up in my eyes again.
“I’m thinking we shouldn’t be together. I’m bad for you.”
He heaves a huge sigh. When he speaks, he doesn’t even try to hide the laughter in his voice. “You?
I can’t believe he’s making fun of me-making light of this whole thing. Anger flares deep inside me, and I hear it in my voice. I pull my eyes from the blankets and glare at him. “I almost got you killed. You were immortal and I took that from you. You’d have lived forever if it wasn’t for me.”
“Living forever isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. The piece of forever I’ve lived is plenty.”
“You’re just saying that.” I turn my head away, trying to clear it and get myself together.
He reaches up for my cheek and turns me to face him. “Frannie, look at me.” My eyes reluctantly slide to his. “For this feeling,” he taps his free hand on his chest, “I’d have given up anything. I’d say my immortality was a small price to pay, but I don’t feel like I’ve paid anything. I feel like I’ve
I feel hot tears on my cheek as I lean down to kiss him.
“Don’t mind me or anything.” And out of the blue-literally-Gabe is sitting in the chair under the window, looking all angelic.
Luc glares over my shoulder at him. “You really need to stop doing that. Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s rude not to knock?”
But then it hits me. I know what needs to happen. I hop up, feeling a thousand times lighter, and walk over to Gabe. I grab his hand and pull him out of the chair. “We need to talk.”
I drag him out the door as Luc watches with concerned amusement on his face, and we find a bench in the hall. I sit with my elbows on my knees, resting my forehead in my hands.
The din of the hospital is white noise-generic-and I focus on that to slow the whir of my spinning head. I wind my fingers into my hair and stare at the floor between my feet. “You want to tag me for Heaven.”
“Yes,” Gabe says.
“And they’ll stop coming for me if you do.”
“Eventually.”
“But I have to forgive myself.”
“Yes.”
I pull my head from my hands, surprised at how light it feels. “I’ll cut you a deal,” I say, the anchor lifting from my heart.
Gabe leans back on the bench and smiles up at me as I walk back into Luc’s room. I slide onto the edge of his bed, and his eyes narrow as he laces his fingers in mine. “What was that all about?” He can’t hide the jealousy in his voice.
“Nothing,” I say.
He drops my hand and his eyes search mine.
I run a finger over his cheek, outlining the bandage on his face, and he shudders. He pulls a sigh and reaches for my face. “You know, when I told you to use your Sway with Beherit, I meant to save yourself, not me.”
I press my cheek into his hand. “I couldn’t think. I just. knew what I wanted.”
He pulls me into a kiss, but just as our lips touch, there’s a knock at the door. He holds me around the neck when I try to back away, and we finish our kiss. Then he smiles and yells, “Come in!”
The door swings open. Gabe smiles, all proud of himself for knocking. “Heads up!” he says, and, with a flick of his wrist, a shiny silver object on a chain sails across the room.
Luc grabs it out of the air before it slams into his face. “Thanks,” he says to Gabe.
Gabe props himself on the doorframe. “I’m not your errand boy. Next time you need something, get it yourself.”
I look at the object in Luc’s hand. It’s a crucifix; larger than the last one and with a pointed end.
“I had this for you. that night.” He smiles wanly. “But I got a little sidetracked before I could give it to you.” He folds the crucifix into my hand.
Gabe meanders into the room. “You’re going home tomorrow.”
I pull away from Luc and look at Gabe. “How do you know?”
He shoots me a sardonic glance and slouches back into the chair under the window.
“Gabriel. ” Luc’s face shifts through frustration into anger and finally seems to settle on confused. “How.?” he asks.
“The decision was already made. It was never up to Michael.” His glance shoots to me and his eyes sparkle. “She wanted it, and you earned it.” Then he looks back at Luc, his expression serious. “Plus, we need your help.”
Luc nods at him. “Thanks.”
He quirks half a smile. “It wasn’t my decision either. You’ve impressed Him.” His eyes shift to the ceiling.
I look from Luc to Gabe and back, confused. “What are you guys talking about?”
Luc smiles at me. “You’ve got archangels quaking in their boots.”
That was a very unhelpful reply.
Gabe slides out of his chair and moves to the side of the bed, placing his hand on my shoulder. “Let’s just say there was some dissension in the ranks, but we’ve got it sorted now.” He looks back at Luc. “How are you feeling?”
Luc flashes his winning smile and squeezes my hand. “Invincible.”
“Well, just remember that you’re not anymore, so if you want to be around to look after Frannie, reckless abandon isn’t your best strategy.”
Luc rolls his eyes.
Gabe grins, blinding me. “Yeah, that’s what I thought you’d say, so I recruited you some help. He’s fresh out of training-just yesterday, as a matter of fact-but there’s no one better for the job.”
“Hey Frannie.” The voice is musical, like Gabe’s but different. It’s lighter somehow. I turn and, on the other side of the room, there’s a boy, maybe seventeen, medium height, with sandy-blond curls, sky-blue eyes, and the face of. well. an angel. He’s leaning against the wall, hands in his jeans pockets, smiling at me.
All the air is knocked out of me and my legs suddenly go weak. “Matt?” I can barely get the word out. He looks just like the image from my head-the way I pictured he’d look if he was still alive.
He smiles and the glare burns my retinas. “In the flesh-sort of.”
I turn to Gabe. “I don’t. ” but I can’t form the rest of the thought.
Matt laughs-a sound like wind chimes. “I’m your guardian angel.” He laughs again. “Would you ever have thunk it when I was sticking gum in your hair and stealing your bike?”
My shaky legs start moving, carrying me across the room. I feel the tears start to slip down my cheeks, but there’s not a thing I can do about it. I can’t even begin to reconcile the emotions whirring through me. But as I reach him, it’s guilt that finds a voice. I can’t look him in the eye. “Oh my God. Matt, I’m sorry.”
He wraps an arm around me and pulls me to his shoulder. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, Frannie. You need to let it go.”
