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in
action, probably broken into at least a million pieces.  I needed to
remember to get a replacement. “In the meantime, I think I’ll go find something
to read while I wait for Gwen.”  I put our dishes in the kitchen sink and
went into the living room.
         Dad made sure I was propped up on
the sofa with a stack of magazines before he headed back upstairs to get ready
for work.  Thirty minutes later he was showered and shaved and heading out
the door.
         I could have shoved him towards the
door, but then he would know I was trying to get rid of him.  Instead, I
smiled and waved at him.  I was absolutely buzzing with suppressed
energy.  It was almost like I’d had too much caffeine, but without the
jitters.  I felt
fantastic
.
        Dad popped his head back inside the door
a minute later.  “Don’t forget to take your medicine, Izzy.”
         “I won’t, Dad. I’m all over it.”
         He didn’t look convinced.  “If
you need anything call my cell phone.  I love you.”
         “Love you, too Dad. Now go to
work.”
         While I waited for Gwen to come
over I managed to clean my room, do two loads of laundry, and straighten up the
kitchen. I felt freaking awesome.
     

Chapter 4...Asher
         “Behold, the Angel of Death…
reduced to being a panty-sniffing pervert.”  Oh good, Samael decided to
drop in for a visit.  How delightful.
         “Shut up, Grim, and go away before
I rip your wings off.”  I had been brooding quietly to myself, propped up
on the bed against Isabel’s headboard.  The damned cat refused to move and
somehow managed to take up over half the bed by itself.  She was a small
cat, but what she lacked in size, she more than made up for in attitude.
         I crossed my arms over my chest and
glared as Samael plopped down in the white wicker rocking chair beside the
bed.  He was far too big to fit in the small chair.  “You look
ridiculous.”
         Samael smirked at me.  “I
might say the same thing of you, Asher.”  His face went deadly
serious.  “What are you still doing here? The girl lives.  She’s in
no danger, at least not yet.  If you don’t leave her alone the higher-ups
are going to take notice, however.  Then there will be more than enough
danger to go around, for all of us.”
         Well, there was my problem in a
nutshell.  I could not seem to leave the girl alone, despite my best
intentions.  “Piss off, and mind your own business, Grim.”
         Isabel came sauntering out of the
bathroom trailed by a cloud of steam wearing only two fluffy, white towels. The
towel turbaned around her head fell off and all that glossy dark hair spilled
down past her bare shoulders.  Water gleamed and beaded on milky, white
skin before sliding down her back, and into the towel that barely covered
her.  My mouth went suddenly dry, and I could not seem to get my next
breath.
         “Oh, Asher, the look on your face
right now! You do lovely work, I must say.  I didn’t see it before, but
you’re right; she has a beautiful, um… soul.  And a beautiful rear view, I
might add.”  Samael sat, literally, on the edge of his seat, waiting for
that towel to drop.  I grabbed his shoulder and shifted us into the living
room area.  “No fair.  Things were just starting to get interesting.”
         “You have shown enough interest,
Grim. Now, be a good boy and run along.”
         “Well, as your friend I was
prepared to talk you out of this lunacy, but after I’ve seen the finished
product, I’m thinking of finding myself a lovely project.  She has that
friend hanging about all of the time, the tall one?  She might be a nice
distraction.”  He sank into the large, brown sofa and propped his boots up
on the coffee table.  “You aren’t nearly as pretty with your eyes glowing
red, by the way. You’re going to have to work on that if you ever intend to let
her see you.  You don’t want to