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correct,” Cross said. He went to one knee and bowed his head. “Forgive me for failing your son,  Raphael’s Consort. In the future, I will endeavor to provide better for him.” His sense of honor would accept nothing else. The mission had not started off in the smoothest fashion.
    “Good. See that you do.” Her manicured nail pointed to Bren.  “And you”—he tensed as if preparing to be struck—“Stop pitching a  fit because you’re jealous. My Madi doesn’t like when men act like  Neanderthals around him, and you won’t win any points for being a  jerk.” Bren blushed scarlet. “Now, everyone, please, sit down. Madi  needs to relax, and we all have a lot of explaining to do.”

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    Chapter Four
    Madigan shivered and pulled the blanket that Michel had wrapped around his shoulders tighter to his body. He couldn’t believe that he was sitting in a chair across from four angels as his mother flitted from angel to angel, taking drink orders. It seemed so domestic. He rubbed his tired eyes. He wished this whole night had never happened. He wanted off this cracked-out roller coaster.
    “Madi, I’m making you a cup of coffee. It’ll be done in just a minute,” his mother said. He nodded sluggishly.   Coffee. Coffee would be good.   She disappeared from the angel room, and he listened as her footsteps echoed off the wood floors until she hit the tile in the kitchen. He knew the sounds of this house by heart. It was comforting. At least that hadn’t changed. A grin spread across his face as he had a realization. He’d always wondered why the hallways in the house were so wide. Now he knew. They had to accommodate wings. He giggled at the thought.
    “Are you all right, Madigan?” Cross asked. He was the one sitting closest to him on the sectional. His brown eyes were filled with
    concern.
    “I don’t know,” Madigan answered honestly. He rubbed his  temples. “I’ve got a headache, and I’m tired.” Cross stood from the  couch and crossed the three-foot space between them. He took  Madigan’s hands in his own, and Madigan looked up into his face in  surprise. “What are you doing?”
    “Hush for a moment and you’ll see.” Then his hands started to  glow. Madigan jumped as warmth spread from the angel’s hands and  engulfed his.

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    “What is that?” he asked.
    “Your father’s choir are healers. It’s one of my powers.” Cross  closed his eyes, seemingly concentrating on his task. Amazingly, after  only a few more seconds, Madigan’s headache waned and his  tiredness eased a bit. “Better?” Cross asked.
    “Much. Thank you.” The angel went back and sat on the couch.  His mom came in with a couple glasses and a longneck bottle of beer.
    “Here you go, boys,” she said, handing each angel a beverage.  Michel took the beer and sipped it. Madigan’s mouth hung open in  surprise.
    “Angels drink?” he asked.
    “Uh, yeah,” Michel said with a smile, taking another swig.
    “Speak for yourself. Wouldn’t touch the stuff,” Bren grumped.  His mom handed him a glass of what appeared to be milk. Now that  was weird. Madigan had expected him to be the drinker.
    “You want some chocolate to go into that, hon?” Mom asked as  Bren took a long gulp. So it   had   been milk.
    “No, thanks. I like it better without.” This was all too weird.
    Madigan watched as she handed Dex a glass of sweet tea and  Cross a glass of water. She disappeared out the door again, probably to go get the coffee she’d promised him.
    “I know this is all very strange to you, Madigan,” Cross began.
    Madigan let a strangled laugh escape. “You have no idea how strange this all seems.”
    “You are not the first nephilim to go through this sort of thing.  Granted, the protection you’ve been given is fierce, but that is because your father cares