Archangel Rafe (A Novel of The Seven Book 1) by Lisa Hughey Read Free Book Online Page B

had told him? Guess that meant the spot really was an age spot not from the sun. Damn. “Yeah.”
    “Night sweats?” he asked.
    Hadn’t she already told him that? She nodded.
    “How do you feel?”
    “Old.” Worn out and down most days. The pressure and the sheer burden of her life oppressed her. It was difficult to get up in the morning difficult. “Tired.”
    “This feeling. It will go away soon.”
    Great. Because he willed it so?
    “As soon as your transition done.” He bobbed his chin again, as if he’d proclaimed it and now it would be so. “Soon.”
    Soon. “Okay.” Time to go.
    He bowed low and deep. His gaze almost reverent. Wrong word. Reverent made her think of her dream guy. Angel. Whatever. “Congratulation. This is big honor.”
    Honor? She didn’t want to argue with the guy, but what the heck? Since when was menopause at thirty-eight an honor? “That’s it?”
    “Yes. I cannot do anything for you,” Peter said calmly. “But do you have moment to look, to touch?”
    Okay, he had moved from fortune teller straight into la-la land. Was this where Uncle Pervey came out? The office was deserted and suddenly she wished she’d paid more attention in the one stupid self-defense class she’d taken.
    “Uh, sure.” As long as it wasn’t his genitals, she’d touch, get the heck out, then go home and yell at Janine for sending her here in the first place.
    Peter held out his hand.
    “Thank you, Angel.” Guy couldn’t even get her name right for goodness sake. “Thank you for honoring me with your healing.”
    This whole adventure had been a waste of time. Disgust made her actions a little jerky. She grabbed his hand. Her wrist throbbed right by the stupid age spot. Light blasted through her, searing her brain and shattering her vision, until she disappeared.
    Suddenly she skipped along his veins. His blood was clogged with tiny white globules of cholesterol. She chugged through his body with agonizing slowness. Instinctively she imagined steel wool scraping and collecting up all the tiny bits of fat, and his blood was cleaner, clearer. She had clearly lost her mind.
    Kathunk, kathunk, kathunk. Each heartbeat pumped blood faster, and squeezed her throat until her only thought was fight or flight, except she couldn’t move. Breath obstructed, she tried furiously to open up the passage but instead choked and gagged, until her heartbeat swallowed her whole.
    Suddenly she was falling.
    Shhhhiiiit . What had he done to her?

NINE
    A sharp pain speared Rafe’s chest into his heart. And his fourth chakra.
    Angelina. She was in trouble. Dammit. She’d tried to heal someone. Attempted an ailment too big for her knowledge and skill set. She probably didn’t even realize what she’d done.
    Rafe opened his senses in order to find her, go to her. Explaining his presence might be difficult, but as he felt the pain overwhelm her energy, he knew he had to move fast. She was drowning in confusion and agony. His fault. Every time he’d visited her, he’d released more of her healing power, the Vis Viva , into her body but he’d neglected to tell her how to use the power.
    He materialized into some sort of doctor’s office and noted the shelves full of glass jars. She’d come to an alternative healer. An excellent choice. Except she never would have been in this position if he had tutored her properly.
    Rafe burst into the examination room. The practitioner, who had been bent over Angelina, jerked up. She lay on an exam table, her face pale and slack.
    “Can I help you?” The Asian man stepped between Rafe and Angelina, and blocked her from Rafe’s view. A small smile quirked the man’s lips, not a smirk but not polite either. He dropped his hand into the pocket of his lab coat.
    “I was supposed to meet my friend here.” Rafe stepped around the man and went to Angelina. “I became concerned when she didn’t come out.”
    “She should be fine in a moment,” the man said softly. “If you want