Free Angel Kin by Jana Downs Page A

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looking for a place in the area,” Madigan offered as they took a right  into a quaint subdivision toward the outskirts of town. “Apparently,  she worked with Marius on finding their home and gave me a couple  printouts to look over, along with her card. Isn’t that great?”
“That’s wonderful, Madi,” Dex rumbled, tucking the nephilim  tighter against him. “You’ll have to show us the places you like when  we get there. We’ll make notes on which ones we think would work  and show it to Cross and Michel when they get there.”
“Is Marius meeting us there as well?” Erik asked, his voice tight.
Bren felt sorry for the two nephilim. All they had was Marius. At  least Bren knew that if he died that the other guardians would take  care of Madigan for him. What would happen to the two nephilim if  Marius was killed? Bren sent up a prayer of thanks to the Creator’s  genius in giving them all to Madigan. He didn’t know what he would  do if he ever had to face the possibility of leaving Madigan helpless  against the world. Of course, Madigan wouldn’t be helpless forever.  A nephilim, once he or she reached angelic maturity, could be a very  powerful being, but it was hard for Bren to picture Madigan without  his mortal fragility.
“Yes. He will be. He was getting patched up at the healers, which  is why I was late,” Dex said the words with confidence, obviously  trying to instill a sense of calm in the two nephilim. They weren’t  buying it.
“What the hell do you mean get patched up at the healer? He was  injured? Why the hell didn’t you tell us? Take us to him, now!” Erik  snapped, bristling from his seat.
“He told us to take you on to the house to wait, Erik. I’m only  doing as he asked,” Dex said, gently.
Erik snorted. “That is just the sort of thing that moron would say.  Fuck no. Take us to him. We belong beside him, not at home waiting  like a pair of dutiful cubs. I want to go see him.”
“Erik, honey, be reasonable. You know how fast Marius heals—”  Levi began.
                           
“I don’t give a shit! This is exactly what I’m talking about. He  always leaves us out of the decision-making process!” Erik all but  growled at the smaller man.
“Don’t feel bad, man. All angels are like that. Trust me. You think  having one is bad, try having five. They are constantly beating their  chests and ordering me around.” Madigan added his voice to the  conversation, and Bren cringed. This was going to dissolve into a  nephilim bitch fest. He just knew it.
“We do what we do for your own good,” Dex said firmly.   Bad  mistake, my jolly green giant love . Madigan’s nostrils flared, and Bren  nearly missed his turn watching Madigan fume.
“Two more streets,” he heard Yuri mutter as Madigan opened his  mouth to speak.
“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. And they   all   do that.  I can’t get away with anything. For real.”
Erik crossed his arms over his chest and spat as Levi was making  soothing motions with his hands. “You just wait until Marius gets  back. Once I find out he’s okay, I’m going to beat the hell out of him  for worrying me. Gah! Angels!”
Bren was quite sure that if they hadn’t been in a car, Erik  would’ve used the moment to stomp off in a snit. Luckily, they were  in a car.
“Third house on the left, Bren,” Yuri instructed, pointing to the  gorgeous monstrosity that sat in the bend of the cul-de-sac. The  nephilim in the car fell silent as they pulled into the drive of a  rambling colonial house whose nearest neighbors were a good fifty to  sixty feet away. The lawn was well manicured, and the sharp-looking  brick framed a house with a long porch and welcoming greenery that  was suspended by hanging brackets in regular intervals along the  porch.
“Thank God,” Bren muttered. He’d