Free Saving Her Angel (Archangels) by Missy Jane Page A

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    “Hey, you’re awake. Do you feel all right?”
    He sat on the edge of the sofa, where she was cuddled up in a warm blanket, his bare chest gleaming in the firelight and the light from lamps on either side of the sofa. His pale skin held a golden hue she’d only ever seen on his brothers. Without thinking about it, she reached out and laid a hand on his chest, right over his beating heart.
    “What happened?” she asked.
    His throat moved as he swallowed, and she barely resisted the urge to slide her palm up to touch it. Already she was doing more than she ever had before with him. Sure, she had been in a few relationships in the past, but that was before she’d met Cam. What would he think if he knew she’d held every man she’d met up to his standard?
    “What is that look on your face for?” he asked.
    That startled her out of her thoughts, and she caught his gaze. “What look?”
    “I don’t know… Pensive? Concerned? What are you thinking?”
    As the events of their race back to his house flitted through her mind, she frowned—she’d fainted.
    “I…fainted. Didn’t I? Because you…” Her eyes widened, and she dropped her hand. “Oh my God. You had wings .”
    Trying to scoot back in the cramped space, she pushed him away. He stood but didn’t move away from the sofa.
    “You have nothing to fear from me. I would never hurt you.”
    “But…wings. How can you have wings?” She shook her head. “No. No, I must’ve been hit in the head with hail or something. Wings are impossible.” She looked up at him in fear. “Or I’m starting to hallucinate again.”
    He frowned and ran his hands over his face. She had never seen him look so exhausted, even after a few trying counseling sessions. Usually he just looked thoughtful and not quite aware of the world around him. That was why she didn’t take it too personally when he forgot she was there.
    Maybe he was trying to think of a way to tell her she had a bad head injury?
    “I did hit my head, didn’t I? Back at the car after the earthquake. And I’ve been having odd delusions this whole time. You just don’t know how to explain it to me without freaking me out.”
    “No, you didn’t hit your head. There is a pretty lengthy and unbelievable explanation, and I’m happy to tell you all about it.” He waved a hand at her vaguely while he turned his gaze to the fireplace. “Can you, uh…wrap that blanket around your shoulders or something?”
    Confusion rose at the strange request until she looked down. Then she gasped and grabbed the blanket, pulling it up to her neck. “I’m naked.”
    “Not quite.”
    “Damn near.”
    A brow lifted at her anger, and he gave a halfhearted shrug. “You were soaked to the skin. What did you want me to do?”
    With no ready response, she just scowled at him instead. It was actually ridiculous to be mad at him when she’d normally have been overjoyed to have him undressing her. While she was conscious, at least.
    “Fine. I’m covered up now. Explain what happened.” She gingerly ran her hands over her head. “How bad was I hurt?”
    “I told you, you don’t have a head injury.” He sighed again. “And I do, in fact, have wings.”
    Firelight hit his back as he paced away. The thin outline of a finely etched pair of wings glimmered on his skin, and she blinked a couple of times before realizing they were really there.
    Relief made her giddy, and she laughed. “Your tattoo.”
    He faced her again. “It’s much more than a tattoo.”
    Then his white wings were back, slowly rising past his shoulders and stretching across the room. Fire singed her lungs as every ounce of breath left her. Her heart raced, and panic seized her by the throat.
    He froze and stared at her with his hands held up. “I would never hurt you, Eleanor.”
    That actually calmed her. Despite the absolute unreality of the situation he was still Cam.
    “Turn around, please.”
    He complied and proved that, yes, the wings were