"Too bad you seem to be immune to my charm. I might've been tempted to use that in my favor," he said, looking me up and down.
"How do you know I'm immune?"
"Well, cookie, I used my most persuasive tools in my arsenal last night and you fought them off. I'm guessing Hard-on Haniel gets the same results."
"Seriously, you have to stop calling him that. I won't be able to look at him the same again."
"What's the deal with you two anyway? He seemed pretty possessive of you last night. I thought he hooked up with some chick in heaven, or is that old dog making up for lost time?"
"That chick is my great aunt," I said, watching his jaw drop. "And, eww, he's my mentor, so don't be a dick," I said, reaching out to push his shoulder.
"Well, ain't that some shit. I'm not going to say that isn't a relief," he said, capturing my hand in his.
"And why is that?" I asked, trying not to focus on what his touch did to me.
"Because, I'd have to kick some Arch's ass to get the girl."
I snorted.
"What?" he asked, seeing the merriment in my eyes.
"Dude, he's an Arch Angel. He'd stomp you," I said, laughing outright.
"You question my skills?" he asked incredulously.
"Well, let's see. He stands at least a full head taller than you, has about a foot on you in shoulder width, and did I mention he's a freaking Arch Angel?"
"Oh ye of little faith," he said, chuckling softly.
"Want to let me in on your joke?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.
"How about we go somewhere instead?"
"Go where?" I asked, more intrigued than I should have been.
"There's a spot I like to go to, to just chill. What do you say?" he asked, holding out his hand.
I looked into his eyes, hesitating for a moment and wondering if I was under some kind of spell. His eyes were deep pools of green that seemed to drag me in. Without another thought, I reached out my hand.
"Jordyn!" a stern voice said, breaking the spell.
My hand dropped and I thought I saw a flash of anger in Emrys's eye, but a moment later it was gone and replaced with his cocky grin.
"Some other time," he said, reaching up to give my chin a gentle tug. He shot a grin at Haniel behind me before disappearing.
I stood staring, transfixed at the spot where he'd just been. I was shocked by the waves of disappointment that washed over me. What did I have to be disappointed about? It wasn't like I even knew him, and yet the letdown I felt was acute. I burned inside to know where he'd wanted to take me.
"Jordyn?" Haniel's voice was filled with uncharacteristic concern.
I turned to face him, trying to hide my disappointment. "Yeah?" I answered, shaking off the sudden melancholy that had gripped me.
"Are you in pain?" he asked.
"What?" I asked, wondering how he was suddenly able to read me.
"You are bleeding," he said, pointing to the injuries on my knees that I'd forgotten about.
Glancing down, I was shocked to see that the blood on my left knee had dripped down my leg and was pooling on my boot. "Oh," I gasped as the throbbing of both knees made their presence known. "I fell," I said stupidly, as I looked at him in confusion.