“Not an option, but it’s good to have you back on form. Let’s hope this means we can get back to work and reschedule these meetings. I’m going crazy doing nothing.”
“You need to get yourself a woman,” Ash suggested, pulling her against his side. But she knew he was also eager to get back to work. And she’d accepted the job with the Order as well, though she wasn’t sure in what capacity yet. She was going to take some time and feel her way around the place, but she looked forward to it.
Also present was Carl, the werewolf, Graham, and a young man Tara had introduced her to as Jamie. Who apparently could turn into a cat just like Shera. She’d got to the point where she’d believe anything.
A shiver ran over her skin, a tingle running along her nerve endings, and she rubbed her arms.
“What’s wrong?” Ash asked.
“I don’t know.”
The tingling grew stronger. A second later, the door was flung open and Piers stepped into the room. A man followed close behind, and Faith felt Ash stiffen beside her.
“What the fuck is he doing here?”
Piers grinned. “Meet the brand-new member of the Committee for the Integration of blah, blah, blah.”
“You are fucking kidding me?”
“Afraid not.”
Faith studied the second man. She was guessing this was Raphael, though he didn’t look in the least angelic. Tall and stunning, with pale blond hair brushed back revealing a face of mesmerizing beauty.
“Holy shit,” Roz muttered.
“You’ve got that fucking right,” Ash snarled. “He’s holy, and he’s a complete piece of shit.”
“Well, for the time being, he’s our piece of shit,” Piers said. “It seems Raphael has been a bad boy in giving information about us to the humans. This is his punishment.”
“Fuck off, Lamont,” Raphael murmured. His dark gaze searched the room settling on Roz. “Ah, the abomination.”
The Walker placed himself between Roz and the angel, and Piers took a step toward her. “Yeah, the abomination you’ve taken an oath not to touch.”
“She’s safe from me.” Raphael’s gaze continued on, until it reached Faith. His eyes narrowed. “Is this the one?”
Ash gave a curt nod.
Raphael moved closer. A low growl trickled from Ash’s throat but the angel ignored him and reached out a hand to her, stroking down her cheek. The touch felt like fire.
“Blood of my blood,” he murmured. “We must talk sometime—prepare you for the changes to come.”
Without waiting for an answer, he strolled away. Perching on the edge of the desk, one long leg swinging, he surveyed the room. “So, can we get a move on? Some of us have more important things to do.”
“Pompous git,” Ash muttered.
“Changes?” she murmured as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against him. “What changes?”
“I have no clue, but it will be an interesting journey of discovery.”
Hmmm. She’d definitely be having that chat with Raphael at some point. But it could wait, now that it didn’t look like he was going to try and kill Ash or her or Roz. “So are we all safe now?”
“For the moment.”
That was enough.
All her life, she’d gone after the bad guys, and now she was in love with a demon. She’d been alone and now she had found a place to belong. She’d thought she was dying and she was going to live forever.
Best not to think about it too much and just take one day at a time…for eternity.