He was serious.
He expects me to believe he is a…he’s my….guardian angel! I thought. My mind mul ed over wings, halos, and harps, and I laughed out loud. Jared watched me pace as if he were afraid he’d sent me over the edge.
“I’m not an angel,” he said as if I was total y off-base. “My father is. Was,” he corrected.
“You’re half….” I trailed off, unable to mouth the word. I felt ridiculous for even considering it.
“Human,” he amended, intercepting the alternative.
My thoughts traced to Jared’s lobbing the man the impossible distance across the parking lot. “That does explain some things. But….” I shook my head. I wanted to believe him and that made remaining objective more difficult.
Jared walked toward me, but I instinctively took a step back.
He cringed at my reaction. “I would never lie to you. Do you believe that?”
Just a few moments before I was determined to believe anything he had to say. But Jared was asking me to believe in fairytales, in the supernatural. His anxious eyes searched my face, begging for me to believe. I was worth his truth and I stood cruel y obstinate. The need to ease his anxiety overwhelmed reason.
I touched his fading scar with my fingers. “It makes sense, real y.”
I had described him as angelic once, when I hadn’t realized it was closer to the truth than I could have ever imagined. His glowing blue-grey eyes, his strength, the flawlessness of his face and the way he moved; it would be the only explanation. It suddenly didn’t matter if it were possible. I believed him.
“I stil have questions,” I said.
Hope touched Jared’s eyes, and he led me to the table. I took a bite of my half-eaten slice of cake and giggled.
“Something’s funny?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Angel Food.” I pressed my lips together, stifling a laugh.
Jared chuckled and sucked in a big breath, seeming relieved.
“Angel Food. Good one.” He attempted an annoyed expression, but the relief on his face thwarted his efforts.
“Sorry.”
“You’re forgiven,” he said immediately. “So. Now you know.”
“Everything?”
“Pretty much.” A fresh energy seemed to surround him. “There is more, but it’s the logistics of what I’ve told you, and part of that…wel , it’s best that you don’t know about them.”
“Them?”
“You know the stories, Nina. Where there’s light, there’s dark. If I go into detail and you become aware, it attracts them. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
My body suddenly felt cold, causing my shoulders to curve in and shudder. I knew exactly what he was talking about: demons. Of course they would exist if angels did.
Jared’s eyes sympathized with my reaction, and he pul ed my chair closer to him, leaning over to kiss my forehead. “I suppose I didn’t think through the consequences of promising absolute truth. I don’t want you to be afraid, Nina. I would never let anything happen to you.”
I took a deep breath and put on a brave face for him. “I know,” I shook my head, “there is so much that I don’t understand.”
“You have more questions?” he asked, ready for the next barrage of inquiries.
I looked at my watch. It was almost midnight. “I’m not sure I can get them al in tonight.”
“You have somewhere to be?”
“No. I assumed you wanted to sleep sometime. You do sleep, don’t you?”
Jared smiled. “I do. But I don’t require as much…just a few hours to recharge. Claire and I take shifts.” He sighed and touched my arm. “I owe you another apology. I hadn’t slept long—about twenty minutes when Claire cal ed to inform me that you wandered out of town and were stranded on a dark road. She was prepared to let you wait, but I couldn’t just let you sit in the cold. I’m sorry I was so…abrupt.”
“Cranky when tired…check,” I nodded once.
Relief brightened Jared’s face. “This is surreal. I’ve dreamed about how I would tel you for years, and now it’s done.”
“And here I sit, in front of my half-angel Hybrid boyfriend eating cake. I think I win.”
Three lines appeared on Jared’s forehead when his eyebrows shot up. “Oh. It’s boyfriend, now, is it?”
I swal owed hard, feeling the heat radiate from my face. I picked up my wine glass and took a large gulp.
“Are you okay?” Jared asked, concerned.
“I’m fine. I just…I didn’t mean…ugh!” I moaned, covering my eyes with one hand.
“Nina,” he chided, “as if I’m not thril ed beyond words at that idea.” Jared pul ed my hand from my face. “What could you possibly have to be embarrassed about?”
“Just…forget I said anything, okay?” I said sheepishly.
“Absolutely not,” he smiled.
I involuntarily yawned, using the back of my fingers to cover my open mouth.
“I should take you home,” he said.
“I don’t want to go home. I stil have questions,” I argued, wiping the inevitable tears that fol owed.
“We have a long, long time for Q and A, sweetheart,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ear. I smiled, realizing why he always seemed to pul my hair from my face the moment it crossed my mind.