Chapter Twenty-One
Regal walked back into his apartment the next morning beaming. The happy glow of energy surrounding him made Keir wary. The angel watched as he whistled and rummaged through the kitchen, pausing when there wasn’t any food.
“You never did go shopping like you said,” Keir mentioned, leaning against the counter.
“I must have gotten distracted last night,” Regal replied with a laugh.
“Distracted by what?”
Regal turned quickly to face Keir, his eyes bright with joy. The image startled Keir. “I ran into an old friend!”
“The last friend you ran into was Viraine.”
The incubus laughed. “Oh, no! No, no, he’s not anything like her. I’d actually call him my friend,” Regal joked. “I haven’t seen him in forty years.”
Keir warmed up a little, smiling as Regal prepared tea for K
