I was sure I had been dreaming, but my body tried convincing me otherwise. Feeling the warmth of blanket and hearing a faint buzz of life made me lay there with my eyes closed. Deep down I knew, if I opened them, reality would be back, and that the nightmare wasn't a lie.
"I think you are awake little bird, your face stopped melting and the piggy sound coming from your nose ceased. I know you can hear me. Wakey wakey.." Michaels tender voice angered my ears. I hated when people watched me sleeping.
His presence and the lack of pain in my body told me only one thing. I had died, last night, or night before? I wasn't even sure how long I was out, but I wanted to turn over with my face in the pillow and start a new nice dream.
"You have to get up Ayda, your body needs to adjust, and it's unfair to the soul to be lying flat on its back on such a beautiful day. I will say, the new hair color is delicious though on you." I felt Michael tug at my hair.
He knew I needed rest, and wanted it. His excuses were just to insure I was back to the same me.
Another soul from heaven, another me, sort of. I always had quarks with it, and to believe that the energy from the soul can fix broken bones, missing flesh and jump start a heart, well, I guess there are bigger mysteries to life. One for example is why I hear Michaels voice disturbing me.
"I decline." Protesting I rolled away from the direction of his voice and pulled a pillow over my head, I wasn't in the mood for banter.
"Decline if you must, but you will have to move eventually. Besides, someone else is biting at his fleas to speak to you." I knew who he was talking about.
"I'll buy flea shampoo next time I go out." I responded with defeat and finally sitting up, I threw the pillow at Michael the moment I opened my eyes.
Grabbing it before it could touch his charming face, he smiled at me, but it didn't quite reach his ears as usual.
"What gives? No pillow fight?" I teased figuring I was expecting too much.
"Not this time love, I am just happy you are alright." his tone told me other wise and I felt a bit of worry grow in my mind.
"Spill it Michael, you're not one to beat around the bush, metaphorically speaking." I tried for his type of humor, but it didn't work. Something was seriously eating at him.
"I cannot say, as I haven't spoken to the Boss upstairs again. Once I find out, I will tell you. For now, though, you are off the job, and will stay here with the wolf, unfortunately. I had the unpleasurable experience of talking to Reggie as well, and she will bring by everything you need for a few days until I get back." I zoned out listening to his words because it dawned on my that he was on tour still, and I had inturrupted him.
"What about you tour?" I asked, not feeling so great at my selfishness.
"My tour is on hold until next month, due to some 'lost equipment', suddenly, so I will forgo my freedom to do some info digging. I do hate getting my hands dirty, but for you love, I don't mind so much." If Michael wasn't giving me the entire reason behind his sudden mood change, it was serious, but his words at least gave me a hint.
"Lost equipment? Bah ha ha..Okay, fine, don't tell me the details, but I know it has something to do with me. Also, if you think I am gonna sit here, like I was fired or something, your wrong. I am fine, I feel great, there's no reason I should be 'off the job', Michael." Getting up and looking around the room, I realized it must have been Cash's. Deep blue and gray theme, hard sharp corners. It screamed masculine.
I walked over to the bathroom he had and focused on the wide mirror above the sink, trying to check out my hair. I was trying to separate myself from Michael but he didn't get that, he just walked to bathroom door and leaned against the frame.
"Sure, I needed help, but it doesn't happen often and Cash isn't completely safe. Even if the Shifter was taken care of, SOMEONE hired him, and that SOMEONE is still out there, Michael." I was starting to lose my temper, angry with myself. I felt failure written on a banner hanging on street corners in my mind, and disappointment also painted on the sides of the buildings.
Staring at my reflection, I fought back tears. I pressed my palms against the cool marble of the bathroom sink trying to calm myself.
"Ayda, how long have we known each other?" him acting out of character was really starting to make me mad as well. I didn't want any type of closeness talk, or physical touch, or anything right now.
"20 years Michael, you know that, so stop playing coy with me. I am about to lose my patience with you." I snapped at him, and could see him steel his face into the usual indifference persona.
"Yes, 20 years, and in 20 years, darling, have you ever known me to stop you from doing your job?" I looked at him as I thought how to answer.
"Well..um..no, why? What does it matter? You're stopping me now!" I didn't get where he was going with this.
"Correct, now, being the first time. So, use that sexy brain of yours and think. I wouldn't stop you without cause." He reached out and flicked me making me drop the long pony tail I was attempting to wrap and tuck into a make shift bun.
I had come back with raven colored hair that was straight as a board, but realized I actually missed the fiery orange tendrils.
Dressed in men's pj's, it never dawned on me to ask him how I managed to change cloths. I thought for a moment as I rubbed the side of my head where he flicked me and decided I was probably better off not knowing.
"If you two are finished?" Said in a deep growl, I recognized Cash's voice, I by passed Michael quickly into the room to see Cash standing at his bedroom door.
I had a million questions, and I owed him a 'thank you' and an apology, but the look on his face stopped me in my tracks.
He was angry. I could have only assumed it was because he ended up saving me, or because I called Michael to save us both. It could also have been because I had taken over his bedroom for Almighty knows how long, or a million other things that popped in my head.
I felt Michael walk up beside me, I looked up at him and he stared at Cash with a smirk and nodded his head at the wolf. Throwing his arm around my shoulders he did a slight squeeze, I stood there frozen. I swore I could hear soft city noise outside stop completely but I wasn't sure.
"She's alive, as you can see. I don't lie, about such things, as Others do, it's beneath me." Cash didn't respond, he just stood there staring at me with his angry face. I was starting to feel really uncomfortable.
I think Michael sensed this and removed his arm while wearing a slight frown. Staring at Cash in a moments silence, Michael decided to break the uncomfortableness.
"It was a close call there though, wasn't it, wolf?" Michaels words came out as sarcasm, and I felt the tension between them grow. So much for feeling comfortable again.
"You can leave now, Angel, her and I need to talk." His eyes ended on me as he said this and I couldn't understand what the big deal was, we were alive, part of the problem was solved. So why was an Angel and a Wolf about to get into a boxing match?
"I will, when the moment is right, be sure of that. For now, though, she needs more rest and something to eat. Would you be so kind as to go and grab something?" Michael was laying the words on thick to agitate Cash.
"I have someone bringing food here. She can rest, while we talk." Cash started towards me and grabbed my arm as he headed for the bed. Michael on the other hand, linked his arm through the other one and held on to it almost painfully tight.
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Wings of Momentum
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