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him a sensual stare.
    Instead of melting him, her words gave him confidence. He closed the distance between them and pulled her to him with one strong arm. Jason kept his eyes on her lips as he let his unfiltered fantasies dance from his imagination to hers. She gasped at his creativity.
    He trailed up her arm with his fingertips, stopping at the hollow of her throat. “Are you doing this because you want me? We just buried Sam.”
    Sam’s name was a knife. Pain.
    And then it was exactly what she wanted. She wanted this half-breed vampire to pound the torment out of her. She wanted him to bite her neck and feel every part of her body. Pleasure to combat agony. Kisses to heal the bleeding.
    Emma hovered a bit higher so she could take his bottom lip in her teeth. His mental moan exactly matched the one he breathed into her mouth. She grabbed a fistful of his hair, tugging on it, demanding everything from him.
    Say my name, angel .
    “Jason…please.”

Chapter 3
    Her lips tasted like vanilla and something — he laughed a little when he realized it was angel food cake. He hadn’t thirsted for anything other than blood and knowledge for so long that wild passion kicked him in the teeth.
    She wrapped him in her arms, massaging, insisting he join her in her frenzied arousal. His body was more than willing to cooperate. But his mind could still hear her crying for her lost love. Her wails echoed in his conscience. He opened his eyes.
    Maybe he could have taken her, slid the soft velvet away from her legs and felt her thighs with his hands, but then he saw the tear she was ignoring.
    It shone with touches of metal, leaving a dusting of gold leaf on her cheek. He stopped kissing her and pulled her arms away from him.
    She opened her eyes, angered. “Stop stopping! Kiss me again. Don’t you pity me!” She stomped her foot, and the snow below her propelled into a little cloud.
    He couldn’t stop the kindness coming from his mind, but he knew she was misconstruing it.
    I don’t pity you, but an angel who’s used to endless time might need a moment to breathe after…that.
    He saw the eagle falling into the ocean again, before he could remind himself not to remember. Emma looked over Jason’s shoulder, avoiding his crisp recall as best she could.
    Meanwhile, Jason got busy putting her in something a little less tempting. He visualized her in a pair of flannel pajamas, complete with covered footies and zipped all the way to the top. He added whimsical bunnies, making sure each had a sweet face and pointy ears. Maybe she’ll smile at the bunnies.
    But she didn’t even register the outfit change. Her gaze over his shoulder solidified from pain to hate. Revulsion and anger rolled off of her in waves. It was the same way she’d looked at Everett in Heaven.
    Everett?
    Jason spun and sure enough the angel, resplendent in a white tuxedo and fire red wings, was advancing on them. Jason had to shake off the blurring, uncomfortable feeling of being in the dark, being weaker. Everett headed for Emma with a single white rose.
    Is he really here? Can he hear my thoughts like you?
    “Yes and no.” She stepped next to Jason.
    She wanted to move in front of him, to put herself between the delightful-looking evil and her ticket to Heaven, but Jason held out a hand, warding her off.
    “Well, jackass, sorry to see you here. What’d you do to Seraph Gabriel?” Emma was full of moxie, but as Jason looked at her, she and her new footie pajamas rapidly became transparent.
    The sight of Everett on Earth was causing her to lose faith — again. A quick glance behind her revealed a pool of mercury, expanding by the second.
    Everett smiled like an excited groom. “Emma, sweetheart. Don’t lose all hope. Surely you can still stop me, right? Right?”
    Everett swooped closer as Emma fell to her knees. She was fading. Anger whipped through Jason. He hated Emma kneeling before Everett. Jason placed himself between the angels.
    Can I hurt