Chapter 8
That night, Daniel crawled into bed in a zombie haze. Worrying had never wore him out so much. Not in war, not the surety that his first girlfriend had cheated on him when they were sixteen, not when Dad vanished.
Gabriel was already in bed, out cold. It was too dark to see, this close to midnight, but Danny felt the heat radiate from the angel like a space heater. A snort had to be muffled into his pillow. Celestial space heater. From everything he’d gathered lately, it wasn’t far from the truth.
Affection unfurled in his heart like his mate’s golden wings. He pressed a gusty sigh into his pillow, and then turned his back on Gabriel. Was there any way Gabriel would ever be more than tolerant of Danny’s presence in his existence? Or was this the best he could expect?
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