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provocation and who stalked around the house in a temper. He wanted vengeance for the injuries inflicted on their family, and nothing but the death of the hunters would satisfy it.
Dex sighed and left the room, leaving the door open slightly as he did so. His men seemed to be on the verge of breaking under the pressure, though they all showed it in vastly different ways. Michel was angry, Cross was more serious about their protection than ever,  Bren was clingy, unable to let any of them out of his sight for fear something would happen. He’d only recently stopped tensing every time Michel stormed out the door. Yuri, of course, had been stuck in
bed in absolute pain, and Madigan had been trying to remain strong in  the face of all the strain that his guardians’ weaknesses made on his  mind.
He walked back down to the bedroom they shared and pushed open the door where Cross, Bren, and Michel were in the middle of dressing. They looked up in unison, a panicked expression on each of their faces.
“What happened? I felt an archangel enter the house,” Michel  said, jerking up his blue jeans in jittery motions that displayed his  nervousness like nothing else.
“Was Yuri screaming?” Bren asked. He’d just buttoned up his  pants and took three strides and was almost toe-to-toe with Dex. He  gripped Dex’s forearms and gave him a squeeze. “Is he okay?” The  motion was needy, almost afraid, like a small child that needed  something to hold on to. Lucifer’s angel was about to lose it.
                          
“Those spears were poisoned and spelled. Whatever the hunters  laced them with has kept Yuri from healing. With Madigan’s help, we  managed to force them down into his glyph so they won’t get worse,  but we need to get him to a healer.” Dex took a deep breath. “We  need to get to the sanctuary town this week. We can’t wait anymore.”
“But what about waiting until Thursday?” Cross asked. “That was  what the plan was.” Dex knew Cross didn’t like to deviate from the  plan, but damn it all, they had little choice in the matter.
Dex looked at each of his men in turn. “Lord Gabriel was called
by Lord Raphael to the heavens a moment ago. The hunters are  petitioning to remove the cease-fire ban on Madigan.”
“What purpose does that serve? They can’t get the ban removed.  Angelic law is clear on the matter,” Bren said, turning back to Cross  and Michel as if seeking their reassurance.
“That only applies to angels. If they were to get us thrown out of  heaven…” Dex explained. The thought made him a little queasy.  He’d been a part of heaven’s ranks his entire life and had never felt  loyalty to any other entity, even himself. However, if it came to  Madigan’s welfare, he would fall, he was sure of it. For the first time  in his existence, he had something that was more valuable to him than  any tie before. Their bond was everything.
Michel let out a snarl that sounded so inhuman the fine hairs on
Dex’s body stood on end. Threatening Michael’s angel wouldn’t bode well for their enemies. “Let them try.” He bit off the sentence. “I should’ve gone to hunt them once everyone was back. Azrael has a few sins to answer for that I would fucking   love   to make him regret.”
Cross’s arms circled Michel’s waist from behind. “Enough,  Michel. I don’t want to hear such anger in you. Release it or else it will become poison in the blood.”
Dex knew Cross was right, but he didn’t know if Michel really had it in him to give up the rage that seemed to be consuming him lately. Once they got to a safe place, they all needed the opportunity and time to heal. Dex felt emotionally battered from the conflict, and
                           
they were all reacting like they were still in a combat situation. PTSD
was a bitch.
“Be strong for us, Michel. Our Madigan is holding it together  better