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affected either? Because there d be no good to kill off?
 Exactly. Which is why you could touch Satan.
And Jed.She sighed and rubbed her eyes.
 The thing is, angels are a dicey bunch, Theresa continued.  It s illegal for them to save anyone other
than the being they re assigned to, and they really hate to break the rules. There was a clicking sound, as
if Theresa was still hammering away on the computer keys.
Paige pressed her thumb between her eyebrows, trying to get rid of a headache that was forming as she
leaned against the plastic bus station bubble shelter.  So, you think I should threaten and torture an angel
into saving me, so he s blameless in the endeavor? I m not sure that s the right approach for me to take
right now.
 No, you dork. They can t be tortured into anything. They can t be vulnerable to coercion or the sanctity
of heaven would be compromised. They have to do it of their own free will.
 You just said 
 Love or lust, sweeties. Same plan as in the coffee shop, only we need to ratchet it up a level. Angels
may be angels, but they re also men and ruled by their libido.
She thought briefly of Jed and his kiss.So not an angel. Her throat tightened.Get over him, Paige. He s
dead.  Okay, so I assume you found out where I can find an angel on short notice? Seeing as how I
can t get into heaven to find one. I don t have two weeks to hang out in Starbucks right now. Something
cold touched her neck and she yelped and flung the fireball backward without even taking the time to
look. She spun around in time to see it crash into the side of an office building, leaving a charred black
mark in the cement.
 Of course I did. There s a club in New York where they all hang out. It s called Saving Grace. How
tacky is that? Want us to meet you there? We could meet out back around ten?
She bit her lower lip against the urge to beg Theresa to do just that.  I killed someone today by accident.
I don t think you should be around me. She heard the roar of a motorcycle, and she glanced at the
street, then tensed when she saw Jerome cruising by on a Harley.
Unlike the Men in White, he was going slowly, searching the crowds very carefully.
Shit!She whirled around so her back was to the street and started digging through the trash can as if she
were looking for lunch or bottles to recycle. She didn t dare turn around, but she felt the skin on the back
of her neck prickle as the roar of the motorcycle got louder, and she realized he was directly even with
her now.
She bit her lip, forcing herself not to bolt or turn around to look at him, leaning farther into the trash can
and holding her breath against the stench.
  Don t be ridiculous, Theresa said.  What are friends for, if not to pick each other up after two
accidental murders? Ten o clock in the alley behind the bar, okay? There was a faint scuffle and Paige
heard Dani protest, and Theresa muttered something about getting some backbone and being there for
her friends.  Dani can t wait to see you. She sends hugs. Smooches. See you later. Try not to go over to
the dark side.
 Yeah, okay. Paige kept the phone by her ear after Theresa had hung up, not moving until she heard
the motorcycle engine grow more distant.
After what felt like an eternity, she lifted her head and peered over the rim of the trash can, just in time to
see Jerome cruise around the same corner as the white van.
She took a deep breath and stood up.  God, I need to get out of here  She froze as she felt a cold
prickle on her skin and she whirled around, fireball up against the stalker she couldn t see.  Where are
you? she whispered. She stared at the building behind her. Was he in there? Should she follow her
natural Rivka tendencies and go in there and try to take him out, risking her wraith, or flee while she still
had her own mind, hoping to get away?
 My price has doubled. Hazard pay.
Her heart jumped and she spun around to see Jed standing behind her. Alive. Unscathed.  Jed! She
started to throw her arms around him, then checked herself.  Oh, God. I can t touch you anymore.
 Bullshit. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her against him.
Ten
Paige squawked and struggled to get free, but he held her tight as he finished materializing from shadow
form.  I m okay. You can touch me. I know you need to. He steeled himself against the feel of her
against him.  Go ahead.
Her body stilled, and ever so slowly, she began to relax, and her soft warmth melted into him. Her arms [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]