Page 5 of Enchanted

Suddenly, I was airborne.

Is this what it’s like to fly?

Concrete rushed up to meet me.

There was a blinding flash of light.

Oh god, this is the end. This is how it happens.

Then, there was only silence.

Chapter 2

Rami

Breakfast in the Seraphim compound was now one of my least favourite times of day. Any time that saw all of us gathered together, really. The archangels who made up God’s most elite unit of soldiers.

And their mates.

Grace and Breann weren’t an issue. They’d been mated long enough to be way past the honeymoon stage.

The same couldn’t be said for the other couples residing in the compound.

Micah, our leader, was currently sat so close to his demonic mate that he was practically in his lap. The two were having some silent conversation with their eyes. Or maybe they were just so in love that all they needed was to stare at one another.

While caressing what I hoped were each other’s legs under the table.

I tried not to pay them too much attention, chewing and swallowing as fast as I could, but it was hard given they were sat next to me. It wasn’t my fault my superior vision kept noting how Nox’s arm was moving in caressing motions. I winced, turning slightly in my seat to avoid looking.

We had a house rule: No sex in public areas. A rule, I might add, that was broken weekly. Sometimes multiple times.

Nox and Micah weren’t the only culprits, nor were the two sat on my other side, but with Jeremiah and Noah off somewhere this morning, they were safe from my…irritation. Really, none of them deserved it. It wasn’t their fault that they were happy and I wasn’t.

“Eat, Sam,” Ez said, nudging his mate’s breakfast closer to him. “Got to regain your strength after last night. You kept us both up for hours.”

And the rest of us. I rolled my eyes internally. Judging by how long they’d been going at it, Sam needed an IV of coffee, not a bowl of porridge.

God, I was a grumpy fucker today. What the hell was wrong with me?

If I was being honest, it wasn’t just today. There’d been a relentless…itch under my skin for months now. An unsettled sensation that didn’t go away, no matter what I tried.

Didn’t help that I was still waiting for my mate. Actively looking, to be precise. Unlike Micah, Jeremiah, and Ezekiel. None of them had been interested in settling down, yet each of them had had their other half just drop into their lap.

Meanwhile, every bloke I so much as hit on was already committed to someone else. Not that I knew that beforehand. I wasn’t a dick. I’d never pursue a man in a relationship. It went against my moral code.

Besides, I wanted to be someone’s first choice, not his side choice.

At this rate though, I may as well sign up to be a monk for all the action I was getting. My right hand and I were growing closer every day—a thoroughly depressing notion.

Sam’s cheeks turned rosy even as he grinned up at my formerly surly friend. “That wasn’t my fault.”

“No?” Ez dropped his voice to a whisper. Sadly, it did fuck all given that everyone else in the room was a supe. “You’re the one who suggested we play naughty professor and student again.”

The relentless itch grew, making my hand tighten around my fork. It was enough to have some snark slipping free. “Some of us are trying to eat here. Can we just…cool it with the romance? Not all of us are happy, you know.”

Silence fell as every angel turned to stare at me. Demon and human eyes found me too, making sure I knew every species in the room was judging me.

“Sorry,” I muttered, rubbing a hand over my head. “Don’t know what came over me.”