Angel Fury (Immortal Legacy #2) - Ella Summers Page 0,3
this mission’s success.”
“All right, Colonel. But involve no one else. This matter is too sensitive.”
He nodded. “Understood.”
“You will both leave at once.”
With that said, Nyx turned and strode back across the room.
“Come with me,” Damiel told me. Without waiting for a response, he started walking toward the door.
I followed.
“You will need to change clothes and arm yourself appropriately,” he said as we walked down the wide hallway.
“All right.”
I didn’t ask where we going or what the mission was. Whatever it was, it was obviously highly confidential.
He glanced sidelong at me. “So, it seems that you’re stuck with me for a while longer.”
“We’re married now, Damiel. I think we’re stuck with each other for more than a little while.”
“Indeed.”
“Truth be told, I’m glad to be going on a mission with you right now.”
“Oh, really?” he said with an amused grunt. “I would have thought you’d had more than your fill of the disagreeable Master Interrogator last time.”
“No, I didn’t. And we need to talk.”
“About what?”
“About this.” I indicated him, then myself. “About us. Our new circumstances. Our marriage.”
“Ah.” He looked amused.
“We didn’t have a choice in the matter, but since we’re married now, since we’re ‘stuck’ with each other, we really should get to know each other better.”
His expression grew serious, guarded. “Are you sure you want to get to know me better? Most people wouldn’t.”
“I am not most people.”
Damiel considered me closely. “No,” he agreed. “You really aren’t.”
We’d reached the door to his room.
“Dress for warm weather. We’ll leave shortly,” he said, then went inside.
I continued down the hallway toward my own room. It was in a separate wing of the building. It was common practice to place angels in guest rooms as far apart as possible; it minimized duels—and the resulting collateral damage.
When I got to my room, Allegra was standing outside the door.
“So, you’re going off with Colonel Dragonsire,” she said.
“I suppose everyone is talking about it.” I opened my door, and we went inside.
“Of course,” she said as the door closed behind us. “You’re the Legion’s one and only angel-angel couple.” Her lips curled up into a sly smile. “I hope the honeymoon is romantic.”
I stepped out of my wedding gown. “It’s not a honeymoon. It’s a mission.”
“Who says it can’t be both?”
“You don’t say that, that’s for sure.”
“Cadence, sometimes I worry that you don’t want to have any fun at all.”
“You have more than enough fun for the both of us.”
She chuckled. “True.”
“It will be horrid,” I muttered.
“What?”
“The honeymoon. A horrid, honeymoon battlefront.”
“Battle against what? Monsters? Or the groom?”
I snorted, then turned away to consider the clothes hanging in my closet. Damiel had hinted that my sea elemental magic would be crucial on this mission, but I had no idea where we were going. He’d also told me to dress for warm weather, though. The Legion’s warm weather uniform consisted of a tank top and a pair of shorts. I grabbed one of those sets now.
“Colonel Dragonsire might interpret that clothing choice as an invitation,” Allegra teased me.
I looked down at the shorts—or more like hot pants. They were nearly as short and tight as my underwear.
“And if I wore full-metal armor? How would he interpret that?” I asked her.
“As a challenge?” she suggested with raised brows.
“I’m not going to spend hours trying to analyze every possible way he could interpret every possible outfit. I’m wearing this because it will be hot.”
Allegra’s gaze panned down my body. “It sure will be.”
I glowered at her. “You’re not helping.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Was I supposed to help?”
I met her delighted eyes. “Sometimes I wonder if life would be simpler without friends.”
“Oh, undoubtedly, but it would also be mighty boring.”
I sighed.
In an instant, any and all hints of mischief faded from her face. She looked like a completely different person than she had just a moment ago.
“All jokes aside, how are you really feeling about spending all this time with Damiel Dragonsire?” she asked me.
“I’m a bit overwhelmed,” I admitted. “It’s all happening fast.”
“But this is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“I wanted to talk to him. To get to know him. Maybe have dinner with him.” I shook my head. “Not jump right into marriage.”
“Marriage is just another assignment.” Her dark brows peaked. “And, hopefully, not an entirely unpleasant one.”
She was referring to the sex, to our duty to make future baby angels.
“I am still a new angel. I won’t be fertile for years,” I reminded her.
“That should give you plenty of time to practice.”
My embarrassment burst out of my