Okay, that was fairly impressive, “So, what’s he saying?”
“He doesn’t understand what you needed the stuff for,” she waved a hand at the trash bags he had brought in with him.
“Tellement alors… il ne t'a pas nui ?”
He raised his eyebrows expecting a translation, but got a shy smile from her instead as she continued her conversation with the waiter.
“Pas du tout il est... lui est tout à fait le monsieur en fait. ”
Death chuckled, “it would appear you’re not the only one who’s attached.”
Gage looked back and forth between Death and Sera in disbelief. Okay now that was bad. It was fine for him to want what he shouldn’t, but not Sera. No her liking him would only make this so much harder. He didn’t want to betray her…her trust when she found out he was responsible for her death.
Aw shit!
“Sera, beauty,” Gage cleared the sudden lump in his throat, “if you’re going to insist on speaking French, you think you could at least translate?”
“He asked if you had hurt me, I said no, and that you’ve done just the opposite.”
He turned to the now red faced waiter in gloating, “you heard the lady.”
“Very well,” the waiter switched to English for Gage’s benefit, though the French had been for just the opposite he’d bet, “let me know if you will be needing anything else.”
With that he shoved the bucket at Gage so the water sloshed over the sides, soaking Gage’s pants and boots as it ran down his legs.
“Well…” Gage said with a grimace as he turned around, “at least I know it’s warm.”
“Come on, come on,” Death rolled her hand, “let’s get this show on the road. I’ve got a pile up in Beijing I’m due at next.”
He obliged her and set the bucket down on the table beneath the window, telling Sera he would step out while she cleaned herself up, but to leave everything else where it was. He wasn’t going to take the chance of her getting that lotion on her skin again right after she washed it off. Again she only nodded to him, her smile almost…wistful as he shut the door on her.
“So what’s with the wings?” Death asked as she followed him out, “she an angel wannabe?”
“I have no idea,” Gage dropped against the wall opposite of the door and scrubbed a pensive hand down his face, “and she’s not a wannabe.”
“Oh?” Death gave the door a skeptical look, “How so? Because last I heard angels can’t die…”
“I didn’t mean literally,” he frowned in her direction, “but Michael said she would be a savior of her race which would mean a set of golden tipped wings once she…when she…”
“Dies?” Death finished for him, “Gage, sweetie, you know she’s going to die. Even if you, me or any other demigod wasn’t involved she would still die, its why they’re called mortals.”
He only glared at her for stating the obvious.
“And not to bust that theory on you, but those sure as shit aren’t angel wings tattooed on her back.”
No, they weren’t. As a matter of fact that looked a hell of a lot like his only…smaller. His were itching under his skin to be let out, so he could compare…
CITEȘTI
~~Young~~
Paranormale...until the angels save us all. Gage is the most efficient killer hell has ever seen, and its his job to take out those on earth causing headaches for those of the future damned Lucifer holds in favor. And he loved every minute of it. He was perfec...
Chapter Eleven
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