Grace and Glory (The Harbinger #3) - Jennifer L. Armentrout Page 0,107
were in the Uber with the driver that I even remembered. And that was because I realized I wasn’t feeling his intentions when before I felt everything without even trying.”
“That had to be...God, that had to be overwhelming.”
“It was, but with the driver, I wasn’t being bombarded, and that’s when I remembered what the angel told me,” he explained. “So I tried it out and he was right. I just had to want to know and focus.”
“So, what did you find out?” Curiosity got the best of me.
“The driver was a good man.”
“Happy to hear that since he was all about clutching the cross when we left the car.” I glanced at his wings, but resisted the urge to reach out and stroke one. “So, what you really mean when you say you feel their intentions is that you’re feeling their souls.”
His wings tucked back and then disappeared as he handed the baggie to me. “It just...feels weird to say that.”
I took the bag, trying not to cringe. “You have two swords and can tell if a person is a good or bad dude. Why do you have to be so special?”
That got a smile out of him before he turned to pick up the shirt he’d draped over the couch. My gaze fixed on the raised imprint of his wings, and I thought about what Layla had said when she saw my aura. It was both pure white and pure black.
Good and...what? Bad? Layla had said that the darker the shade of the aura meant more sin, but she’d never seen a human with a black aura.
Holding the bagged feather, which felt like I was holding a finger or something, I watched him pull the shirt on and tug it into place. When he faced me, I opened my mouth and the question sort of spewed out of me. “What do you feel when you focus on me? What is my intention?”
“Other than to drive me crazy?” he asked, tucking the sides of his hair back.
I nodded. “Other than that.”
“I don’t know. I haven’t tried to find out. Not on you or the others when they were here. It doesn’t seem right to do so for no reason.”
I stared at him and then sighed.
“What?”
“Why do you have to be so good? I would be peeking at everyone’s soul every chance I got.”
He chuckled as he dipped his head and kissed me. “Let’s head out and take care of this feather thing.”
Lips tingling from the brief contact, I trailed after him. He picked up his keys from the island, where he’d last dropped them, and stopped. No one had touched them since then. Holding them in his palm, he stared down at them.
“Are you okay?” I touched his arm.
Clearing his throat, he glanced over at me. “Yeah. I am.” His fingers curled around the keys. “Have you seen my phone, by the way?”
I shook my head. “It was...it was on you that night. I haven’t seen it since.”
“I bet Nic or Dez has it, then. They would’ve been the ones to gather up my...personal belongings. I guess they didn’t think of bringing it with them when they came by. Probably because they...”
I knew where he was going with that. They probably feared Zayne hadn’t returned to them and bringing his belongings would somehow jinx everything. Clutching the baggie to my chest, I asked, “Does it feel weird? Thinking about having died? Okay. That’s a lame question. Obviously it has to feel weird.”
“It does.” He took my hand in his. “Especially when I think about the fact my body would’ve done the whole dust thing and yet I’m here.”
I shivered. “Same. That messes with my head and it’s not even my body.”
“So, let’s not dwell on that, okay?”
“I can do that.” I squeezed his hand as we stepped into the elevator.
We reached the garage in record time, and when he saw his Impala, he looked like me when I saw a cheeseburger.
He placed his palm on the trunk, sliding it across the smooth metal as he walked us to the passenger door. I could make out a grin in the dim, yellowing light of the garage, something I knew I wouldn’t have been able to see before.
“Do you want some time alone?” I offered as his hand glided over the back door. “You know, in case you want to make out with your car in private.”
Zayne laughed as he opened the passenger door. “Get in.”