about you very much.” Cross’s voice was soothing, but Madigan wasn’t in the mood to be placated.
“For someone who cares so much, he hasn’t done a great job of showing up and playing dad.”
“He didn’t want to draw the attentions of the hunters to you. He hoped that you would be able to remain under the radar for as long as possible. He stayed away for your protection, and when he found out
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that you still needed it, he sent us,” Cross persisted. “He picked me out of his choir because I’m one of the only healers who is also a warrior.” He nodded in Michel’s direction. “I may not belong to the Archangel of War himself, but I can hold my own.”
“Awesome. Glad to be surrounded by such awesome studs. I’m not that hard of a sell, Cross. I get it. You guys are badasses. Now what?” Madigan just wanted to know when he could get his life back. Everything from the past eight hours needed to hurry up and run its
course.
It was then his mother decided to come back into the room. She
handed him a steamy cup of coffee already mixed to his likings and sat in the middle of the angels with two on each side. She looked completely at ease there. His day really could not get weirder.
“Now you get to hole up in this house until your other guardian Yuri finds the answer to a temporary means of protection.” She answered his question without missing a beat. The angels all turned and looked at her in unison. She smiled at them. “Raphael gave me the plan before you all got here so that I could make my own plans.”
“Why did he not contact Dex?” Cross demanded. He seemed disturbed at being left out of the loop. Welcome to my friggin’ life, Red.
“It’s dangerous for him to communicate with any of you right now. The hunters have spies even in the upper realms now, according to Raph.” Good lord, my mother just called the Archangel of healing “Raph.” “So he told me to pass on his messages to you all so that it’s less likely to be intercepted. It’s rather like a James Bond movie, you know?” The angels stared at her blankly, and his mother pressed on. “He’s declared this house as a Den of Sanctuary. He said you’d all knew what that meant.” The angels nodded.
“A Den of Sanctuary is a place where no divine battle or punishment may be fought or given out. No immortal can tread there without express permission of the owner of the property,” Michel supplied. Madigan’s face must’ve scrunched up in confusion yet
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again. At least there was one angel in the house who was willing to supply him with details. “It’s sort of a no-man’s-land for immortals, a place of absolute neutrality.”
Mom nodded and continued. “He wants you all to stay here until Yuri figures out something that can let you move around a bit easier. The bakery is just going to have to be closed until you can get back to work.”
“Where are you going to be?” Madigan asked. His mother had run that bakery many years before he’d joined on. It should’ve been no problem for her to continue to do so.
“Well, your father is afraid that the hunters will try and use me to get access to the sanctuary, so he’s advised that I go stay with your aunt and uncle in Chicago until you’ve got everything figured out.”
“But, Mom—” Madigan protested.
“I’m going, Madi. There is no reason that I shouldn’t. It’s safer that way. Besides, I’ve been meaning to take a vacation for the past ten years and haven’t managed it yet. It’s going to be just fine. You’ll see. Your father has thought of everything.”
“Everything about how to keep me locked up in a cage for God only knows how long!” Madigan snapped. He just loved how everyone was just making decisions about