Vincent’s arm chose that moment to give out and he leaned sideways against her, his cheek resting against her breast. He closed his eyes for a moment when he felt her fingers slide through his hair and cup his head comfortingly while she wrapped her other arms around him in a soft hug. That was fine… he would take one of her hugs over a stupid kiss any day.
“I hope you’re right love,” Vincent murmured, satisfied to stay right where he was for a few minutes longer. “And may they all rot in hell.”
*****
Ren reappeared inside the basement of the museum and arched an eyebrow at how accurate Lacey’s description was… the auction was indeed a mess. The darker haired Fallen they called Dean was assisting Michael while over near one of the corners the fair haired Fallen had drawn his blade and w
