Chapter 43

“I didn’t…I…that’s…” He snorted another wet laugh, swiping the tears off his cheeks. “I know your true name,” he finally managed, and that was wonderful enough he laughed for that, too. It wasn’t a word or sound, but more like a profound sense of unique identity. His angel had a warrior’s name.

Now you can summon me. I’m yours.

“I know,” Aiden said. “Thank you.” The words had never felt so inadequate.

Eskandar folded his wings and they vanished, leaving the room in the graying twilight. He ran his palms in light circles over Aiden’s back. Thank you, for your gift.

Aiden smiled. He didn’t bother to demur because he knew exactly how Eskandar would react. “You’re welcome.” He ran his hand up and down Eskandar’s torso, noting they were both clean again. He chuckled. “Are all angels this fastidious?”

Possibly. I don’t know. Angels don’t speak to each other often.

“Oh.” That seemed sad. “Why not?”

We’re created for our charges. I rarely see other angels.