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Chapter 31: Come on In

Ezra parks my car at the very end of the driveway. A few unfamiliar vehicles have made themselves welcome outside of my house. Looks like the Christmas decor was put up today.

Thanks to John and his humble interference with every family tradition we have ever had.

I can’t complain about the cheerful touch it adds to our estate. The gutters are outlined in LED blue and white icicles. A ‘Happy Holidays’ sign blinks in front of the sun-room window as if an advertisement for a store front. A large model of the Immaculate Conception sits on the right side of the front yard.

A smile creeps on my face.

Good thing I can enjoy the scene for this long.

I’m afraid my Christmas won’t be as jolly as everyone else’s.

“Saphyre.” Ezra says my name as he shuts the car down.

I whip my head away from the glowing image of the house. His expression holds sincere concern, causing me to think all to vividly of Xander and my separation.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” He asks.

I look back at the house. It is so bright and festive from here. The inside is lit up like a stage with silhouettes of bodies moving in and out of the sun-room and the kitchen. If I listen closely, I could maybe hear laughter.

Or is that just something I know?

I keep a smile on my face, regardless, “They were happy, whether I was around or not,” I look back at Ezra, “I don’t think this will be any different.”

He lifts an eyebrow, “Don’t be so sure, humans are quite possessive of their property.”

That’s a fact, but I have never been anyone’s property and I’m certainly not a trophy that can be won. Even if I was, this is a chance that I cannot just take lightly. I don’t have any other choice, or any other person that I can trust. It’s either I go with Ezra or risk being taken by the other guys that aren’t so compassionate about my situation. Whoever they may be.

I sigh, “I won’t be long.”

Ezra chuckles, “Ah, Saphyre, for once, just this one time, please invite me into your home.”

Well. What a bold request coming from a guy that broke in the first time he met me. But this is an angel speaking. My future partner in hella crime. This could get ugly if I refuse.

It has before.

Be compliant, not defiant.

“Okay.” I say plainly, then he disappears right in front of me. Good Lord, I don’t know if I will ever get used to that, “Ezra?”


My car opens and a large hand is extended, “Don’t leave me out here in the cold, sweetheart, angel’s can be sensitive to the elements as well.”

Pshh, that’s nonsense. Blab talk, “Oh please, you can’t piss on me and tell me it’s hot rain.” I take his hand, ducking out of the car. The cold un-welcomes me and I immediately stand closer to Ezra. He seems to have this odd ability to radiate heat from his own body. Like an unnatural body heat.

This whole journey may not be so bad. Another thing that I find strange about Ezra, is that whenever I’m around him, whether he’s pissed off or not, I can communicate with him with no effort. As if he’s just an old friend. He knows me, but any trace of him ever being in my life has been wiped from my memory.


The snow crunches melodically under our shoes as we march up the sidewalk leading to the front door.

“Do you want to knock, or should I?” I ask as we approach the door. Faint murmurs of joyous conversation, clanking dishes and televised sports cheers travel from inside of the house.

Ezra shifts, “I was thinking of something less primitive,” He says with a low tone, “Something more dramatic.”

Deus, this guy is so much trouble for me.

So much fun?

“Well, I’ve never disappeared before,” I hint looking up at him.

He takes me in his arms in a swift swoop and then lowers his stature, “Sweetheart, I thought you’d never ask.”

I think that whether I like this pet name or not, he’s not going to stop calling me by it. So I’m really just trying to roll with that punch.

He tightens his arms around me, “Now, if you think about it really hard, I may be able to pinpoint exactly which room you wish to go to in the house, then we will appear there.”

I hold onto him as if he were the most secure seat belt on the scariest amusement park ride, “My bedroom.”

He chuckles and I cringe at the feeling of his diaphragm against my chest, “I’m beginning to like you already.”

My skin crawls, “Dammit, Ezra, just do it!” I command, right before everything flashes white.

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