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healing of my wound has restored your hope in an afterlife? Then my work here will be done.” She looked from his lips to his green eyes.
    Done? No. I’m not ready for you to be done. Not by a long shot.
    “I knew it. That’d be too good to be true.” She turned and marched off, her bare feet never leaving a footprint in the snow ahead of him. “You have until the end of the year — midnight on New Year’s Eve — to find yourself.”
    And if I don’t?
    “If you don’t, I can never go back.” She looked toward the sky. The dawn threw wide-stroked rainbows on the lingering clouds.
    Well, I’ll do what it takes to get you back to where you belong.
    She gave a humorless laugh and whirled on him again. “Aren’t you interested in why I want to go back? I’ll tell you why. I want to finish the job I started. I want to pull him out of Heaven and throw him straight to Hell.” She put her hand in the center of Jason’s chest, as if to warn him of all she planned to do. “That’s why he made sure I got you . You’re the broken ladder to redemption I’ll never have.”
    Jason laid his hand on top of hers, and they both felt the slow, unnatural cadence of his heartbeat.
    “You really know how to make a gentleman feel fantastic.” Jason used sarcasm to hide his hurt, though she could probably hear it in his head.
    “Glad you like it, tough stuff.” She continued her hovering movements, her gown growing sleeves and a longer train as she walked. When they reached the edge of the woods, she looked at her expanding ensemble and raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “Was I cold? That’s almost sweet.”
    Jason shook his head, confused.
    “I am as you perceive me.” She made a sweeping gesture over her body. “This is how you want me to be.”
    Are you only in my imagination?
    Her eyes had a faraway look as she answered his musing. “I’m still a presence, for now. Shall we get started? Your journey will be arduous — and hopefully enlightening.”
    “I have to tell my family I’ll be gone.” Jason ran a hand through his hair and dialed his phone, trying to decide how to explain a trip with an angel to Dean and Seriana.
    “…Yes, I’m doing fine. Really. I have a small trip to go on, but I’ll be in touch.” After Jason said goodbye, he turned to Emma. “They’re worried about me.”
    He liked her new look. Emma was now wearing a pair of white pants, a soft, white sweater, and she had big fuzzy boots to keep her angel feet warm.
    She laughed out loud at her new attire, and he loved the sound of her genuine pleasure. “Do you really picture me as cold, Jason? Truly, for a murderer you are quite considerate.”
    Jason looked at his feet. He wanted to drape her in diamonds and take her to a sandy beach. The thought made him squirm, as he knew he was broadcasting it to the object of his desire.
    “I love the beach. But tonight doesn’t hold that luxury for us.” She looked to the sky and held her arms out, palms up, obviously speaking to someone he couldn’t see.
    “You didn’t even think I’d try, did you? How about this, assface?” She faced her palms to the snow, and it came scurrying to her like trained mice, forming a large pile.
    Are you calling God an assface?
    She smiled a bit before giving him what she seemed to think was an obvious answer. “Ah, no. I don’t think He’s even taking my calls anymore. The angel I want to pummel is trying to sabotage this mission for me.”
    The magical accumulation of snow became animated, flickering and flashing like white fire.
    “Come to me, half-breed.”
    Her eyes were sultry, and Jason couldn’t imagine doing anything else. She held one hand toward the snow flames, the other out for him to grasp. Emma tugged him close when he put his hand in hers.
    “Hang on.” She stared at his lips and licked her own.
    I want to kiss you. Jason placed a hand on her hip.
    “There’re worse ways to pass time, I guess.” She was daring him, smiling and leaning