Catcalls and whistles greeted him when he found his way out of Michael’s arms an hour later and went to the kitchen for a drink. His poor mate was absolutely dead to the world. A mortified, damning flush painted his cheeks as his brothers carried on with their bullshit. He would never admit to feeling the little bit of pride that sneaked in.
He crooked a finger at the wildly happy Castiel. “Can I talk to you?”
Castiel followed him into the living room and waited while Adam gathered his thoughts. “Is it true you can make Michael go away if I asked you to?”
“Yes,” came the answer, immediate and unadorned with anything more than the truth.
Adam sighed in relief. It brought him a lot of peace of mind to know the archangel hadn’t lied to him. He wasn’t going to ask Castiel to swear to it th
