Truth in Legends [Part Three of the Thicker than Blood Series] Read Online Free

two waffles in my plate.  “Thank you.”
     
    “I thought it would only be proper for me to feed you since you fed me so much last night.”
     
    “Yeah,” I said as my cheeks reddened lightly.  “About that, do you take a lot of blood when you bite?  It didn't seem like it.”
     
    Alex seated himself adjacent to me.  “No, usually only a mouth full.”  He placed a napkin in his lap and looked up at me.  “Why, did I hurt you?”
     
    I shook my head.  “Oh, no.  I was just curious.”  I finished putting butter and syrup on my breakfast and waited for him to finish as well.
     
    He noticed I wasn't eating and smiled.  “My dear, you don't have to wait for me.  Please eat.  You must be starving.”
     
    I smiled.  I sorta was... no, scratch that.  I was starving, no sorta about it.  I cut into my first bite and noticed the clock in the living room.  It was 9:30 a.m.  I would have to get home and a nap soon for my shift later.  I felt somewhat like Cinderella.  In a few hours, the spell would be broken and I'd return to my boring old life.
     
    “When you first kissed me... you told me to forget that it happened,” I said as the event came to my head.  “What was that about?”
     
    Alex sipped from his coffee and sat the mug down.  “I was trying to compel you.”
     
    “Compel?”
     
    “Yes.  Archangels, fallen archangels and demons can... convince humans of things.  Make them forget... make them remember something that didn't happen.  Although, I'm unclear as to why it didn't work on you.”
     
    I stared.  “There was a cop that came into the ER after we had a man come in that had been bitten.  He tried to tell me that the patient wasn't bitten and that he was never there.”
     
    Alex nodded.  “I know.  I was talking with some others about that incident when you called me, demanding me for answers.”  He chuckled.
     
    “Who was that cop?”
     
    “I'm not sure.  He must have known the one that bit the victim and was trying to protect his or her identity.
     
    I swirled a bit of waffle around the remaining syrup on my plate.  “Dammit, Alex.  You're supposed to have answers for me,” I teased.
     
    He smiled, warmth radiating from his eyes.
     
    I returned the smile and looked back down to my plate.  I could feel myself falling for him.  I knew I shouldn't... he was possessive, powerful and capable of such terrible things... but I couldn't help it.  I took another bite of waffle.
     
    The heavy, oak, front door suddenly exploded into a thousand splinters, my head throbbed from the shock wave.  I screamed and ducked down below the table, covering my head as tiny wooden missiles whizzed by us.
     
    “Azariah!” A big male voice boomed almost as loud as the exploding door.
     
    Terrified, I peeked over the table through the thick dust to see a massive angel standing at the entrance to Alex's home.  He was magnificent, even in his rage.  His wings were impossibly white which was in sharp contrast to the red cloak around his neck.  He was wearing some type of roman-looking armor and held a long sword.  Any time earlier, I would have thought the guy was wearing an elaborate costume but I knew better.  This guy had just kicked the English Oak door into a million pieces as if it was a potato chip.
     
    “Jeremiel,” Alex said calmly, brushing bits from his chest.
     
    I stared.  This was another archangel, one of the angels that Alex had mentioned earlier.  I looked at Alex and then back to the angel. 
     
    “Where is she, Azariah?” Jeremiel roared in anger.  Did he mean me?   As the dust settled around us, I was able to see him much better. Standing there, radiating an almost gold light..., “Matt?”  My jaw hit the floor.
     
    Both angels looked at me.  Confusion and then anger rose to Alex's face.  He looked back to Matt, his eyes going black almost instantaneously.  “ You are Matt?  YOU ... were the one warning her against me?”
     
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