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vibration level improves with the experience. As she is so eager to take up residence, it is my responsibility to help her better fit in.
    What? No! In spite of my comments about moving in, I hated Aaru with a passion. Being stripped of my physical form, deprived of my energy usage was terrifying. The only thing that made the experience tolerable was Gregory next to me, holding me and comforting me through the entire thirty–six hours. Gabriel hated me, and the feeling was mutual. I didn’t want him to see me panicking, didn’t want to hear him mocking me for my fear. How could the angel who professed to love me abandon me to this … jerk?
    I felt his touch, reassuring along my spirit–self.
    There is a crisis, Cockroach. Aaru is still experiencing rebellion.
    I felt a twinge of remorse, remembering what Rafael had told me of their troubles. Again this stupid situation in Aaru was interfering with my life — with my love life. Rafi was right. I was going to have to insert myself into yet another ball of shit if I ever wanted my life to be the indolent fuck–fest I’d been dreaming of.
    I understand. I did understand, but I still didn’t like it one bit.
    I trust Gabe, and although you and he are like oil and water, you can trust him too.
    He was gone before I could reply. Not that I knew what I would have said, anyway. I didn’t want to be that girl — the needy demon, pulling her archangel away from a crisis so he could hold her hand while she sat in jail. Instead, I turned to Gabriel and nodded.
    “I’m ready.”
    Suddenly it did feel like an execution. We moved forward, and I felt Gabriel’s touch. We’d fought physically many times before, but never had our spirit–selves gotten this close. I flinched instinctively. It wasn’t Gabe; it was all the nightmares of Ahriman that came flooding back to me. Gregory’s touch was far more intimate, and with him I felt none of this knee–jerk panic, but with another angel … it was just too close to everything I’d been through in Hel.
    Gabe held very still, giving me space to compose myself. I talked myself down from the ledge, breathing deep. This might have been a solitary punishment in the past, but I had no doubt that thousands of angels watched me this time.
    Dissolve .
    My physical being vanished, and I metaphorically held my breath, trying to keep the panic at bay. This was Aaru. I wouldn’t die. I wouldn’t rip and tear, or come apart as I’d nearly done when I’d blown myself up on Oak Island. So many triggers, but like with my walk of shame, I needed to power through it and hide my weaknesses.
    Only you angels could make being ‘naked’ so boring , I told Gabriel loud enough that the others could hear. And I’ve just had a Brazilian wax job, too. Completely wasted if I don’t have a body to show it off on.
    Restrained .
    I felt a silicone–like coating cover my store of raw energy. I was defenseless, unable to form a physical body or anything else. Surprisingly, that was far less frightening then Gabriel’s touch had been.
    Pfft. Where are the handcuffs? Silk ties? Restrained, my ass. Give me two hours and a roll of duct tape, and I’ll show you restrained.
    I expected to be left alone, but Gabriel hovered. I hoped he wouldn’t be here the whole time. As much as I dreaded being left vulnerable and alone, I really didn’t want him around to see me weak and afraid.
    You are to remain here in contemplation for one rotation cycle, naked and restrained. Do not call upon the Sword of the Iblis or it will be considered an attack upon Aaru.
    With that he vanished, and I felt the emptiness. Not even the hate–filled angels were nearby. It was as if I were in the middle of space, all alone. His last words had held unexpected comfort, though. In spite of the surface threat, he’d told me that my most powerful defense was still available to me in an emergency. If I truly needed it, I could turn to my sword. It would be an act of war, and I had no