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felt the intensity of him against me, hotter than a volcano erupting.
    I opened up and fell into him. We remained individual beings, but our new position increased all the places where we touched and joined. Together then apart. We built a rhythm composed of moments of attachment and moments of separation. It was like a dance, a symphony, a duet where emotion and intensity increased with each movement.
    Even mind–speech was beyond me at this point. All I could do was feel — which was odd given the sensory deprivation of Aaru. We swirled together, the moments of separation lessening until we’d reached a point of no return. Faster, closer we moved until we came together in a translucent beam of opalescent light. One. Inseparable. Unlike before, there was no easing back, no return to our physical bodies. We just remained as if we were one being, each in absolute harmony with the other.
    This is how we would be if you came to Aaru with me, Cockroach. We could spend an eternity as this and let the world pass us by.
    It was a seductive idea, worming its way into my heart and mind. I could leave it all behind — the stupid Iblis responsibilities, the elves, the humans, that damned pregnant woman and her half–angel fetus, werewolves. I could retreat with Gregory and spend the rest of time with him.
    He knew as well as I did that it couldn’t be. Slowly we separated, returning to individual existence, but always keeping a slight connection with each other. I wanted to lie to myself, to promise that someday we’d be able to leave the world behind. But I was a terrible liar.
    It’s time to return to your home, Cockroach.
    Punishment flew by when he was with me, but there were reports to complete, a pregnant woman in my home, and my earthly household to take care of. Thankfully Dar and Leethu had been handling the Hel end of my business interests the last few months, because I had no time left for them.
    Ready .
    I created my human form as we arrived in my kitchen, enjoying the feel of my naked skin against Gregory’s usual jeans and navy polo.
    “Coffee?” he asked after holding me a few moments longer than necessary.
    I nodded. There was comfort in our routine — coffee and conversation. Even if the occasional physical foreplay left me unsatisfied, I always hoped sex — angel or otherwise, would happen.
    “What’s going on in Aaru?” I asked as I watched him spoon grounds into the filter. “Can you tell me, or is that top–secret stuff?”
    It was my turn to grill him for details. Hopefully I’d glean something I could use. Hopefully something he said would spur that great ‘idea’ to form that Rafael so desperately wanted.
    Gregory frowned in concentration at the dark specks, removing a few before putting them into the maker. “There is great unrest. Angels are falling at a rate not seen since the tenth choir. Some feel that breeding with the humans should be allowed and regulated. Others feel that programs should be in place to allow breeding with the demons.”
    I’d come close to being on the receiving end of one of those breeding programs. That wasn’t something I wanted to see become an official Aaru–sanctioned event. The Bachelor for Heaven and Hell seemed far more appealing. Or maybe an online dating service — Infernal Mates dot com. I could manage to insert that option into the mix.
    As for humans and angels — well I didn’t have anything against Harper, but angels swarming around snatching up all the human females didn’t seem like a good plan.
    The angel punched the brew button on the coffee machine. “No one agrees on what these programs should be, and another group strongly resists any change.” The angel rubbed the back of his neck. It was such a human gesture that I couldn’t help but smile.
    “What do you want? In an ideal scenario?”
    He smiled, his eyes warm as they met mine. “Like it was. Angels find partners and agree to breed based on mutual attraction and desires.”
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