An Angel Haven Romance, Book 3
Angel Haven team member, Racheal McCafferty is losing control of her superpowers, and it started benignly when an old man shook her hand. Now, she's being followed by a shadow man who terrifies her, but she's also tempted by the whispers of untold power he plants in her mind.
Joseph Caine is called in to help Rachael understand what is happening with her. As an earth wizard, he feels an affinity to her, believing he can help because they both have the same connection to the earth.
But as evil grows around them and Joseph begins having visions of death and destruction, he knows Rachael isn't the dark warlock's only target.
The music stopped and she rewound it so it would play longer. She held the box and let the tune fill her, the feeling that she knew it, tickling her memories and making her heart ache. The tune repeated several times before needing to be wound again, which she did.
“What are you doing?”
He stood in the doorway, wearing only jeans. His hair was in more disarray than usual. The early afternoon sun shone in, making him almost glow in the light. Magic flowed from him, filling her heart with joy at his presence. She could see bright light dance across his skin. Could that be his aura, and if so, how did she learn to see it? She’d carry the memory of how he looked right now for the rest of her life.
She held up the music box. “I was listening to it. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” He laid his left arm across the middle of his back and held out his right hand. “Shall we?”
Winding the music box and letting it play, she stood and took his hand. His steps were easy to follow, even though she’d never waltzed in her life. They twirled around the living room, the music seeming to get larger and fuller the longer he held her. As the music box wound down, they slowed and eventually stopped.
“That’s such a beautiful melody. First the lullaby, then the music box. Your family knows the prettiest, and yet somehow incredibly haunting, tunes.”
“It’s part of our charm.” He wound the music box again, holding it with a kind of reverence. “It was my great grandmother’s. My great grandfather had it made for her. She’d heard the song somewhere, and he had it turned into the music box. The craftsmanship is beyond anything that’s around today.”
She covered his hands with hers. “It’s incredible. Just like you.”
“Thanks. I take after the woman I’m beginning to love more than anything, even more than the music box.”
“I’m glad I’m not alone, though I’m pretty sure I loved you first.”
He tucked her hair behind her ear. “If you say so. And it’s got more to do with your angel’s heart than how great you look in my T-shirt.”
They stood there for several heartbeats while the box wound down again. He put it back where it belonged before holding her gently. “There’s so much that needs to be said.”
“We’ll have time. As soon as this situation is settled, we’ll have plenty of time.”
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