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know that she used to be loyal to me and that I trusted her.’ He’s talking to Pooky Bear, not me.
    ‘I think it was an accident. She was just trying to teach me how to use a sword. I mean, I had never held one before.’
    Raffe continues to talk to his sword. ‘It’s one thing to be forced to give up on a bearer because you think he may have fallen. It’s another to expose his private moments.’
    ‘Look,’ I say. ‘It’s weird enough having a semisentient sword without being in the middle of an argument between you two. Can you please just let it go?’
    ‘What did she show you?’ He holds up his hand. ‘Wait. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know that you’ve seen me dancing in my underwear to my favorite music.’
    ‘Angels wear underwear?’ Oh, man, I wish I hadn’t said that. I’m just digging myself in deeper and deeper today.
    ‘No.’ He shakes his head. ‘Figure of speech.’
    ‘Oh.’ I nod, trying to get the image out of my head of Raffe dancing to some rock song, possibly buck naked. ‘Well, speaking of weird things, the hellions came through the sword.’
    ‘What?’
    I clear my throat. ‘That hellion you saw on the lawn and two others crawled out of Beliel through the sword.’ I still have hope that I won’t have to confess it all, but he must have gone through angel interrogation school because he gets it all out of me.
    He frowns and paces around the kitchen as I tell him what happened.
    When I finish, he says, ‘You can never trust Beliel.’
    ‘That’s what he says about you.’
    He rummages through the trash bag he dropped earlier. ‘Maybe he’s right. You shouldn’t trust anyone.’
    He shoves a mix of canned food and first aid supplies out of the bag. He plucks bandages, ointments, and tape and walks over to me.
    ‘Where did you get those?’
    ‘Alcatraz. Thought they might be useful.’
    ‘What else did you find there?’
    ‘An abandoned mess.’ He probes his finger gently along my wound. I flinch. ‘I just want to make sure there’s nothing broken,’ he says.
    ‘Did you know that could happen? That hellions could come out through an angel sword?’
    ‘I’ve heard stories but always thought they were myths. I suppose a demon might have some insight into such things. Beliel must have figured he could try to lure some hellions out to help him.’
    His hand is gentle as he wipes antibacterial lotion on the cuts. ‘You need to be careful. The hellions are going to be everywhere you are from now on.’
    ‘What do you care? You’ll be out of my life the second you get your wings back. You’ve made that pretty clear.’
    He takes a deep breath. He presses a gauze pad on my shoulder. I wince. He gently strokes my arm.
    ‘I wish it could be different,’ he says, taping up the gauze. ‘But it’s not. I have my own people. I have responsibilities. I can’t just—’
    ‘Stop.’ I shake my head. ‘I get it. You’re right. You have your life. I have mine. I don’t need to be with someone who doesn’t . . .’ Want me. Love me.
    I have enough of those people in my life. I’m a girl whose dad left, leaving us with an out-of-service phone number and no forwarding address, and whose mom . . .
    ‘You’re a very special girl, Penryn. An amazing girl. An I-didn’t-even-know-someone-like-you-existed kind of girl. And you deserve someone who treats you like you’re the only important thing in his life because you are. Someone who plows his fields and raises pigs just for you.’
    ‘You’re matching me up with a pig farmer?’
    He shrugs. ‘Or whatever it is that decent men do when they’re not at war. Although he should be able to protect you. Don’t settle for a man who can’t protect you.’ He rips a piece of tape from the dispenser with a surprising amount of force.
    ‘You’re serious? You want me to marry a pig farmer who knows how to use his pig poke to protect me? Really?’
    ‘I’m just saying you should pick a man who knows that he’s