Grace and Glory (The Harbinger #3) - Jennifer L. Armentrout Page 0,159

full-blown pterodactyl.

“When you say it that way, you make it sound perverted.”

“Because it is perverted.” Oh my God, why would I even have to explain that to anyone, let alone an archangel?

“I was curious about the man who I knew would own my daughter’s heart. Wasn’t like I looked where I shouldn’t.” He shrugged. “Besides, there is nothing in this world we have not seen a million times before.”

“Somehow that makes it all the worse,” I murmured.

One side of his lips curled. “It is so human of you to imply that there is a sexual motivation behind literally everything. Newsflash, Trinnie,” he said, and every muscle in my body seized. He sounded so much like Peanut. “It’s not.”

“I think I need to sit down.”

“You do.”

I didn’t. “You would watch me sleep! The way you would talk? The things that came out of your mouth.”

“As I said, Peanut is a figment of my youth,” he explained. “I was quite obnoxious as a young angel. Ask Lucifer. He can confirm that.”

“But all the ’80s stuff—”

“The ’80s always amused me. The music. The hair.” He paused. “The leotards. Very interesting decade that proved, well, you haven’t seen it all when you think you have.”

Oh God.

Peanut was my father.

My father was Peanut.

I did sit down then, right there, on the floor. “Is it possible that I had, I don’t know, a stroke, and that explains all of this?”

“That doesn’t even make sense.” A moment passed and my father peeked around the bed. “Would it be easier for you to see me as Peanut? I can change back into him. I just cannot maintain the projection for very long.”

Understanding struck me upside the head. “That’s why you were always disappearing! Even back in the community. I just thought you were off doing...ghost things.”

“The projection requires my attention. Not a lot, but enough that it can be a distraction. Do you want me to change back to him?”

“No. That would...that would be even weirder, and I don’t think I can deal with that.”

He nodded and then sat at the foot of the bed. He was silent.

I wasn’t. “What about the whole purgatory thing? When you said you were sucked into it?”

“That did happen when Zayne Fell. Not to me, but to those who hadn’t moved on.” He rested his hands on his knees. “I thought it would be important for you to know the impact of his Fall, even if it was temporary.”

Okay. Well, impact known. Not sure what that changed, and for some reason, that seemed like a random, nonsensical thing a parent would try to teach a child.

“You avoided Zayne after he Fell, because he would’ve known, wouldn’t he?”

“He wouldn’t have known it was me, but he would’ve sensed something was not quite as it seemed. That would’ve been an unnecessary complication.”

“And Gena? She isn’t a ghost. It was just an excuse for why you couldn’t be around.” It became clear. “Because of Gabriel being around? Was that why you were...gone more than you were here?”

He nodded.

Another thing struck me. “My mother—”

“She is at peace,” he answered quickly. “Happy and comfortable.”

My heart was pounding again, and I wasn’t even sure if it slowed down. “Do you see her?”

“I do,” he said, surprising me. “I like her. She was not chosen at random.”

“She wasn’t?”

Michael shook his head. “No.”

I started to ask more questions about that, and then decided, in that moment, I didn’t think I could handle hearing about my mother and father’s love affair.

I could only deal with so much.

There was something I needed to ask. “Why has she never visited me?”

“It is the same reason why Zayne’s father did not see him when he was in the Heavens,” he said, and I jolted. “Because she knew you would not be able to let her go. You would be stuck, and that pain, that grief and that love and want would’ve trapped her. She wouldn’t do that to you.”

A knot formed in my throat. “Does she know how sorry—”

“What happened to her was not your fault. She never thought that. Not for one second, and she would be furious if she knew you believed that.”

Tears blurred my eyes. She totally would be furious.

“The actions of others caused her death. You were just a chink in that chain, just like her. It was those who wielded that chain who are at fault. Deep down you know that.” His voice softened. “But sometimes no ownership in the end results is worse than the guilt of being