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not squirreling his way into someone’s mind to alter their perceptions, and she was not doing anything to alter his. They were simply connecting, their thoughts and feelings rushing together like a stream pouring into a river.
    Damien gasped, and he felt her do the same. No, this was not a normal bond; he wasn’t sure he had ever felt anything this intense, not even with Vala. He could feel Sariel searching around for something, and then a flicker in her thoughts when she finally found it—
    “There, just relax,” she repeated. Her voice was even softer now, a siren’s call that was impossible to resist. The burning pain in his side soon became a cool stream of water, and in only a matter of seconds he felt completely refreshed, perhaps more than he ever had in his life.
    He turned his gaze upwards to her. Her face was strained, and he could feel her muscles tensing. But most impressively, the silvery radiance he had seen on the ship had returned. It was like her skin itself was glowing from within.
    And then suddenly her emotions shifted. A spike of pain tore through her thoughts and a crimson streak spread across her white shirt—in exactly the same spot where his own wound had been.
     “What are you—?”
    Her fingers shifted from his cheek to his lips to silence him. Her eyes fluttered rapidly, and Damien touched his side. The wound was gone, just as if it had never been there at all. But her…
    On impulse, he reached out to her shirt and slid it upwards just above her taught belly. There her otherwise flawless skin was splotched with blood, just as his had been. He started to speak, to try and understand what she was doing…but then suddenly he felt her pain waning. As the moments passed, the splotch began to fade, and in less than a minute the wound was gone completely.
    The Angel’s eyes opened and she seemed to regain her senses. She looked down upon him with a tired smile. “Better?”
    He touched the skin on his chest where the wound should have been. “I don’t understand.”
    The soft glow surrounding her slowly faded. “I know. But you will.”
    He shook his head, his thoughts returning sharply to the fear he had felt only moments before. “You said you work with the Asurans,” he murmured. “How is that possible? Aren’t you with the Covenant?”
    Her smile faded and she glanced away. “No. I have nothing to do with them now.”
    “I see,” he replied softly, though of course he didn’t. He had never heard of an Angel leaving the Covenant before. It didn’t even seem possible. Weren’t their powers supposed to be directly from God? How could they abandon Him?
    “You touched my mind,” she reminded him. “I know you have little reason to trust me, but did you feel any deception?”
    He shook his head. The sensations had been so overwhelming he hadn’t really been able to sort them out. Still, he hadn’t felt anything overtly sinister, for whatever it was worth.
    “I can’t offer you much in the way of hard proof until we speak with the other Asurans,” she said. “But I can at least answer a few of your questions—once you get something to eat and feel a bit better.”
    “All right,” he said, leaning up. His muscles felt fine; in fact, he felt totally revitalized. But he was thirsty. “Where are they?”
    “Spread throughout the city, usually in small safe-houses,” she told him. “We can’t afford to stay out in the open with the Covenant and Elassian authorities hunting us.”
    “The Elassians hunt you? I thought they didn’t care about Demons?”
    She smiled tiredly. “It’s not quite that easy, unfortunately. This is actually one of our safe-houses. I wanted you to get something to eat and have a chance to adjust a bit before meeting the others.”
    “How did you manage to get me off the ship? How did you get past the customs officials?”
    “Just eat something first,” she insisted. “I promise I’ll do what I can to explain everything.”
    He nodded and