Free A Caress of Wings by Sylvia Day

from Anza, so you have some time.”
    She frowned, confused.
    “Malachai told me about your situation,” he explained. “I understand you need to see the man. You need to make sure he’s doing well and that he doesn’t remember you. So go. When you’re done perhaps you’ll become settled, too.”
    “Thank you, Damien.”
    “I’m learning to adapt to Sentinels and their mortal quandaries.” A slight curving of his lips made her realize the impact Lindsay was having on everyone. “Trevor Descansos won’t know you,” he warned. “Be prepared for that.”
    Her breath caught as comprehension hit. “You’ve seen him.”
    She saw it in his eyes and wondered what Malachai had said about her “situation.” Whatever it was, Damien had taken the trouble to see for himself that Trevor’s mind had been completely wiped of all trace of her.
    Damien gestured for Aurelia to enter the house. “Descansos is leaving California today, Siobhán. Raguel’s going to put him through med school.”
    “Good. That’s good.” That meant Trevor’s life was back where it had been before he was taken—at least as much as it could be considering his former friends and family believed he was dead. She heaved out her breath. “I won’t be long.”
    Aurelia offered an encouraging smile. “See you when you get back.”
    Was it possible to truly go back?
Siobhán wondered. Back to the Sentinel she’d been before she’d found the one mortal capable of making her feel . . . human? Did she even want that?
    Perhaps there was no going back for her.

Chapter 9
     
    Siobhán couldn’t believe she’d forgotten how impressive Gadara Tower was. Located on Harbor Boulevard south of Katella, the gleaming glass skyscraper was the headquarters of the archangel whose territory encompassed all of North America.
    As she stepped out of the elevator car that had brought her up from the subterranean garage, Siobhán noted the gold-veined marble floors and the congestion of the lobby, which proved the health of Raguel Gadara’s many business interests. The hum of conversation and the industrious whirring of the glass tube elevators lent an energy to the sun-drenched space.
    Fifty floors above her, a massive skylight invited the warmth of the sun into the lush atrium and kept spirits high. Raguel had become a master at manipulating human emotion over time, a skill that ensured that his real estate, hospitality, and entertainment empire was always newsworthy.
    She went straight to the reception desk, offering a smile to the young man who greeted her enthusiastically. During the drive over, she’d decided it would be best not to see Trevor at all. He was on a good path, one that would ensure he was kept safe and comfortable. There was nothing to be gained by seeing each other again, except pain and regret for her.
    “I have a package for Trevor Descansos.” She pulled the envelope out from where she’d tucked it into her waistband at the small of her back. “If you could see that he gets it . . .”
    “Of course.” Jansen—as his badge read—searched for Trevor’s name in the computer and typed a quick note into the system. “Would you like to leave your name?”
    “That won’t be necessary. I’m just a courier.” She signed where he indicated on a clipboard, then stepped back.
    She was halfway to the elevators when she heard Trevor’s laugh. The rich, deep sound rolled over her senses with such vibrancy it made the thrum of noise in the atrium fade to insignificance.
    Her head turned without volition, her gaze seeking and finding him walking beside a pretty, smiling blonde. He had a duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a wheeled carryon rolling behind him. He’d filled out, his body once again big and lean, his face breathtaking in its beauty. He looked fit and as happy as she’d hoped he would be.
    Her chest ached unbearably at the sight of him, constricting her breathing. He was grinning down at the woman beside him, his