snow up to my thighs, I made a sad attempt to call after him. “Commander.” It came away as a whisper. Stars played over my eyes. I was gonna pass out. Wet pants, wet underwear, wet feet, I shivered. I’d freeze in place, and nobody would find me.
In the snow, I searched for his footsteps. None found, I checked the sky above me. He left me out here. I turned to see a way back and spotted the House. It seemed miles away. Had I run this far? No way. I couldn’t have. I simply didn’t have the stamina for marathons. Eyes on the House, I tried running back, but the winds blew right at me. I kept my eyes on the House and struggled, lifting my legs in the snow, fighting the fierce winds whipping my body. The moment I stopped, I’d collapse and die.
Death had a way of motivating me. Mind on the House, the warmth, the comfortable bed, soup, and a fireplace, I moved forward. I slowed down, but didn’t stop. I kept moving. The winds switched direction and gusted at my back, suddenly propelling me forward.
I smiled, eyes on the prize. House. Warmth. Fur-lined boots.
Close.
Closer.
Angels flew overhead. Soldiers marched south. Nobody paid me any mind as I crossed the massive yard to reach the stairs. Climbing seemed impossible. I couldn’t lift my legs any longer, so I picked up my pants with my hands and helped my legs trudge up the steps. Did he really need so many stairs? At the top, flooded with relief, I entered the foyer, barely controlling my trembling limbs.
Body swaying, darkness edged into the corners of my eyes. I stumbled, hit the wall, and leaned against it, relying on it to keep me upright. There was no way I could make it up to my room. I slid down the wall and shivered, though the house was warm. Always warm. Almost welcoming. Peace came over me, a strange feeling of accomplishment. I closed my eyes.
The scent of evergreen, fresh and masculine, preceded strong hands that picked me up and carried me away.
“Well done,” Michael said.
Chapter Eight
A mortal soul had never touched mine before, and I spent a great deal of our running time thinking of why hers had. It was difficult to accept such a young soul would be my soul’s mate. But Father had gifted me with the wisdom to recognize our strange, fragile bond.
And if Julia were to mate with me, she would have powerful enemies, so she needed to be able to defend herself with me present or without. For now, I couldn’t let her join the regiment and would train her myself. How could I make a soldier out of this girl? This mortal belonged in the house of one of the human nobles who saved their daughters for breeding, not for battle.
Mortals who believed in my world were mine.
Those who remembered the Before belonged to Lucifer.
He and I were at war. Had been for a long time.
And I had to know where Julia fit.
For the past fourteen days, I’d awakened my mortal at three in the morning so she could finish her exercise by seven. Other mortals took notice and started waking earlier than their normal five o’clock. During our runs, I didn’t particularly care for more company, and I hadn’t allowed her any female companions apart from Georgia, and only allowed Georgia because she seemed immune to references to the past. The majority of mortals believed this world was how they’d always lived, though with a few exceptions.
Given Julia’s keen memories and inquisitiveness, allowing her contact with more people was a risk I was unwilling to take. I’d warned her about sharing memories, and Julia agreed to exercise care.
Mortals believed in this world, believed they’d never known any other, and while I wanted to learn what it would mean to expose them to someone who could trigger their memories, this carried a greater risk both to Julia and “her people.” However, and more importantly, I wanted to witness the presence of my brother in my Court. I had felt his arrival. Therefore, today, and away from my mortal soldiers, I devised a controlled environment where I would allow her more freedom so that I might witness how one particular civilian would respond to her and her memories. Once the civilian started remembering, my brother would move in rather swiftly.
Today was Friday, and on Fridays, I descended into town. Connecting with mortals and Guardians living among