Page 17 of Forever Found
“Um, I don’t think so. You’re kind of a memorable guy.” She chuckled.
“In a good way, I hope.”
“Oh, yeah. In a very good way.” Her voice turned throaty, then she cleared it as if she’d said something she hadn’t meant to.
He glanced at her from beneath his lashes. “It was when you were young. I’m the man who pushed your stroller out of the way of a truck—saved you and your mother.”
She tilted her head, staring at him in disbelief. “But…that man died.”
He held her gaze and said nothing, allowing the entire story to sink in and for her to put the pieces together. It didn’t take long. She brought her fingers to her lips, her mouth dropping open. “The wings in the photo… You’re an angel?” she asked incredulously. “No. No. That’s not possible. Wings can be faked. It was some sort of shadow from the bonfire. Angels on earth can’t be real.”
He smiled slowly. “Yes. Your pictures don’t lie.”
“But you died for my mother and me. How…how can I ever repay you?” She turned her body, leaning into him more.
“Don’t use the pictures of Terror,” he said, his serious nature returning.
Her lips thinned as her brows dipped. She straightened in her chair. “I already gave you my word on that.” She started to cross her arms, but then stopped. “Oh. You’re joking.” She laughed.
He nodded. “I don’t require anything from you. But we do have a problem—one even bigger than these pictures circulating.” He pointed to the other man in the photo. “This guy is a demon, the same one who tried to run you down all those years ago.”
“What? Demons and angels? I can’t believe it. You’ve got to be kidding me,” she added.
“I assure you I’m not.”
She shook her head. “I’ve found weird things in my pictures, auras, ghosts, images that foretold odd occurrences. But this…” She stared at the picture of him and Caleb on her computer screen, disbelief written on her face.
“I don’t know for sure, but I’m wondering if he’s here to finish what he started.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“We can’t discount that he may try to kill you again.”
“Why? What’s his interest in me? Or for my mom all those years ago?”
“I don’t know.”
“My mom already died.” She paused, then sucked in a gulp of air. “Hey, can you check on her or anything? You know, on the other side.”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
“That would be great.” She rested her hand on top of his, where he leaned on the table. “How does your angel thing work?”
“I spend my time on earth. My assignment is to watch over Terror and its residents.”
“Does everyone in Terror know what you are?”
“All supernatural beings do.”
She laughed shakily. “What is this? A paranormal town out of a romance book?”
He peered at her. “It could be.”
She gasped. “With vampires and shifters and witches and…and…what else?”
“That’s enough, to begin with,” he said. “Does that scare you?”
“Of course it does! I don’t want to be eaten or to become a cocktail.”
