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to them for mating. Even human males reacted to the smell like it was a drug. He didn’t know what Lord  Raphael had been thinking by assigning Madigan a group of angels that not only would react to Madigan’s scent but shared his sexual preferences as well.
    “Mom!” Madigan caught his mother in his arms, holding her tight.
    “When Raphael came to me and told me you were in trouble, I was so scared that they wouldn’t get you here,” she babbled.
    “I’m okay, Mom. I promise I’m okay. They took care of me. Aw,  Mom. Don’t cry.” Madigan hugged his mother tightly, his eyes closed.
    Cross glanced at the sky, trying to read the energy of the atmosphere. Noncorporeal angels flitted back and forth like darting insects. They were the messengers, guardians of a different sort. None of them were harmful. Still, they needed to get out of the open air.  While the angels after Madigan were slower because of their physical form, they could be heading this way, and Cross did not want to risk being seen.
    “I’m sorry to interrupt, but let’s go inside,” Cross said quickly. He ushered them all up the steps and into the house. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he felt a pulse of divine power.   Raphael . He took a right in the entryway and followed the hallway.
    “Where the hell is he going?” Bren’s voice rose up behind him.
    “Just follow him, jackass,” Michel said.

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    The sounds of footfalls followed him down the hallway. He followed the power signature of the Archangel into a large room with  French doors. It was a deep-wine-colored room with rich hardwood floors and a large, plush sectional arranged in an   L   in the center of the room. That wasn’t what captured the angel’s attention, though. It was the decorations and statuary that crowded the walls on all sides that filled him with quiet awe.
    Archangel Raphael in all visible forms decorated the walls in the forms of statues, bas-reliefs, paintings, engravings, prints, and tapestries. The presence of the Archangel saturated the room with feelings of healing and comfort. He’d been here often.
    “So which one does he look like?” Madigan asked, appearing by his side. He glanced down. Raphael’s son was not much taller than his mother. He couldn’t have been more than five eight to Cross’s six four. He had all of Raphael’s beauty though. Same rust-colored hair, same creamy skin, same large, dark green eyes. However, Madigan did not have Raphael’s towering stature and super masculine, dominant appeal. He seemed almost delicate. Perhaps it was his humanity that made him so. There was something about him that awakened every protective instinct Cross possessed.
    “Cross? Which one does he look like?” Madigan repeated. Cross blinked. He’d been so busy staring at Madigan he’d forgotten to answer. His gaze flickered around the room.
    “None of them do him justice. You would receive a better picture of him by looking in the mirror. Though, this room does feel like him.  He has come here often. His energy saturates this space.”
    “I look like him?” Madigan seemed surprised by it. Cross didn’t understand why. He obviously didn’t look like his mother. His naïve expression was adorable. Before he could stop himself, he reached out and traced the boy’s jaw with his index finger.
    “Yes,” he said. “You look a lot like him.” Someone cleared their
    throat behind them. Cross mentally shook his head and drew his hand  back. Madigan’s pheromones were affecting him more than he’d

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    originally thought. It seemed his men weren’t the only ones he would
    have to watch.
    He turned and found Madigan’s mother staring at him with an incredibly knowing expression. He’d been one of Raphael’s warriors for thousands of years, and yet one quelling look from the small woman had him taking a