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AND for a taste of what’s in store in my Guardian’s world, here a little something from my next FG book.
A scene between Michael, the Guardian’s leader and Blaéz after he deliberately missed a meeting.
‘Michael strode into the gym, circled the heavy equipment and sat across from Blaéz on a workout bench. The old tee he wore looked like the moths had a great time feasting on it. It didn’t surprise Blaéz the archangel was still here, when he rarely stayed at the castle. It was expected after missing the ‘chat’ last night.
Well, he’d been busy…stalking. He couldn’t make the meet.
Michael’s eerie blue eyes settled on him. “What’s going on?”
Time for his grilling or whatever got Michael in a knot since last night. With no way to escape this one-on-one crap with the snarly male, Blaéz said, “You know what I am. Why the questions now?”
Michael snatched up a three hundred pound weight and began his arm curls. “For centuries, every few months you disappear for days at a time. I gave you space, understood you needed it. But that time in Tartarus has long passed. You’re losing all your cognitive skills, ones that make you a Guardian. Sure, you do the job, but there’s a lack of care now.”
Blaéz heard the question. Maybe he should have felt guilty that he cared so little about his own health, his life. After all, Michael had given up more than his status as the leader of the archangels, lost something irreplaceable to free him—free all of them from that hellish hole. And he’d chosen to stay on as their leader. Why would anyone want to take charge of moody, temperamental fallen ex-gods? Blaéz had no idea.
Still, Blaéz could never reveal the reality of what he’d done…still did. The truth would crush them.
He functioned on automaton in his role as a Guardian. It’s why meeting Darci and the emotions that unfurled so briefly, yanked him by the balls at the truth of what he truly was—
“You’re becoming self-destructive,” Michael growled.
He was way past self-destructive.
He reeked of Hell.
Couldn’t the Arc smell it on him?’
That’s it for now. Have a great day 🙂
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