“He was going to kill you, Michael. That’s what their kind does,” she went on. “I intervened because that is what we do.”
Seriously? He gave a low whistle, not sure where to start with that load of crazy. “Okay. Why would he want to do that?”
She glanced at Remy, who shrugged. “A minion—which is one of our kind who’s been corrupted by a fallen angel—persuaded a soul to invade the man’s body. The soul possessed him.”
When she didn’t laugh or admit she was joking, he started to get worried. “Excuse me?”
“There is no easy way to tell you, and I really don’t have the patience to ease you into this.”
“This is the part where you might want to sit down,” Remy advised.
He ignored him, focusing on her. “Look, I don’t know what game you guys are playing, but I think it’s best you let me go.”
“We can’t,” she said.
The hairs on his neck rose. He quickly surveyed the room, noting only one exit. “So let me get this straight. You’re holding me against my will?”
The green flecks in her eyes flared as she stepped forward. “Whatever. That’s not important.” She placed her hands on her hips. “Michael, if you leave the safety of the Sanctuary, every Fallen, minion, and human possessed will be gunning for your ass.”
He gaped at her. She was absolutely crazy. Further gone than the woman who thought her cat was tapping her phone lines. What did he do to deserve a night like this? Damn, he was a good person.
After graduating with top honors from college and spending several years as an accountant for a law firm in Sterling, the need to do something more with his life had overcome him. Like an idiot, he applied for the Metropolitan Police Department the second he’d learned they were hiring. Six months ago he had graduated from the academy.
And this is what he got for it, for fuck’s sake.
“I’m out of here.” Michael pushed past her. He heard Remy chuckle deeply, and then he was off his feet. Somehow, little Lily had picked him up and pinned him down on the bed.
Staring into the greenest eyes framed with the thickest lashes he’d ever seen, he admitted he would’ve been generally pleased with the unexpected turn of events. But once again, he felt as if someone blew cold air down his spine. And he knew a normal woman of her size couldn’t do that.
Oh, hell no. Something wasn’t right. He’d been brought down by a woman with superhuman strength. Man, he’d seriously underestimated the situation.
Right now, he really missed the crazy cat lady.
Chapter Five
“What happened to having patience?” Remy asked, clearly amused.
“Patience is overrated.” Lily glared down at her captive. “Now you’re going to listen to me. I’m going to let you up, but you will sit quietly and hear us out.”
Michael stared up at her. The blue of his eyes had deepened. At first she didn’t think he was going to answer her, but he finally nodded.
“I mean it,” she warned. “Next time you try to bolt, I’m going to let Remy take care of you. And he will make it hurt. Do you understand me?”
He tensed. “Okay.”
She smiled broadly. “Good.” Pushing off him, she landed nimbly on her feet. The shock on his face pleased her. She watched as he sat up awkwardly.
He let out a deep breath as he glanced up, pinning her with his eyes. “Are you going to tell me what is going on?”
Remy pulled out a chair from along the wall and sat. “Do you know Danyal Archer? I believe he’s a sergeant in your district.”
Recognition flickered across his face. “Detective Archer?”
Remy smiled as he pulled a dread loose, twisting it around his long fingers. “Danyal is a very good friend of ours. When Lily realized the…error she had made, we called Danyal and explained to him what had happened. He took care of everything. As far as your department knows, you had a family emergency and had to leave. No one will question him.”
She jumped in. “We took your belt and radio because we couldn’t risk you ruining all of Danyal’s hard work. He stuck his neck out there and, buddy, our necks are tremendously valuable.”
Michael rubbed the underside of his jaw absently. “Why would Detective Archer help you?”
“Because he’s one of us,” she said softly. He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “I’m going to start from the beginning. All I ask is that you don’t interrupt and you silently pray Luke returns with a milkshake quickly, because they make me happy. And you want to keep me happy.”
His expression soured.
“And you keep an open mind,” Remy threw in. “You have to already know that we aren’t your average Joes.”
Michael snorted. “I don’t know what to think. Some old man almost killed me. This one seems to be able to throw around men three times her size. Man, tell me whatever you want.”
Lily almost laughed. She tried to remember what it was like when she had learned the truth about what she was, but she had been so young and scared. Nathaniel could’ve told her anything, and she would’ve believed him. Pushing those darker memories to the back of her mind, she cleared her throat. “Have you ever heard of fallen angels?”
His brows flew up. “Other than you mentioning it a few minutes ago, you’re going to have to refresh my memory, thank you.”
Instead of being the general bully that she was, Lily sat in a chair and pushed at her tangled mess of hair. “Angels used to walk among man, serving as sources of enlightenment and faith. Only God’s most trusted angels were sent to Earth—one-third of all the angels in Heaven. He had faith they would not disobey him.
“The angels who were sent to Earth became entranced with humans,” she continued. “Maybe it was the humans’ fragile nature or the fact they had souls, and that alone made them passionate in a way angels could never be. In the end, it didn’t really matter. The angels took women as their lovers and, after doing so, they fell. They became the Fallen.”
“Wait a second,” Michael interrupted. “You are talking angels screwing women?”
She nodded. “And they had children called Nephilim. As you can imagine, this enraged God. He did everything under His control to stop the spread of the half-human and half-angel children. He sent more angels to snatch them away from their mothers, burned down entire villages, and even flooded the earth. The Fallen were resilient though. He could never stop them, and soon that became the least of His worries.”
“See, God no longer spoke to them, and this angered the Fallen,” Remy said, leaning forward. “The angels see God as their father, and to the ones that fell, God had abandoned them. Their hatred festered, turning them against the humans they once treasured. Once they fell, they lost all compassion for man. Instead of helping them, the Fallen began to find ways to harm them, therefore harming God in the process.”
Michael looked doubtful. “How did they harm people?”
Lily tried to determine where Michael was in all of this. Currently, he stared at them, dazed, a mixture of befuddlement and morbid fascination on his face. But the next phase of information was where things would get a little hairy.
Thankfully Remy always knew when to put his two cents in and help out. There was a certain ease about him that people, Nephilim or not, responded to. “You see, angels and Nephilim have a very unique ability. When people die, their souls should ascend to Heaven or, in some cases, go to Hell.” He broke off with a half smile. “However, there are some souls that are vulnerable. They don’t know where to go and, in most cases, they refuse to let go of life. Angels are expected to guide them to where they are supposed to be. It’s a trait the Fallen retained after their fall and passed on to the Nephilim.”
