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mind,
wearing a plum-coloured shimmering slip that inflamed his
desire.
    He shoved
the vision away and stared at his superior.
    “When
will it end?” Marcus spat out and the sandy-haired man leaned back
in his seat and regarded him with flinty eyes.
    “When you
have completed it.”
    “What
must I do to achieve that?”
    “Be
patient. All will be revealed in time.”
    “Time,”
Marcus snapped and gripped the white wooden railing that ran around
the dock, digging his fingers into it so hard that his bruised
knuckles burned fiercely. “It is always the same. I tire of this
mission. I demand to know when it will end!”
    His
superior shot to his feet and the air in the room grew heavy,
draining the light from it and leaving it grey.
    “It will end when you have completed it! This is your duty,
Marcus, and you will obey my orders.”
    Marcus
clenched his teeth and lowered his gaze, staring at his hands where
they trembled against the railing, a visible sign of the pressure
bearing down on his body. The hot thick air in the room stuck in
his throat and stole the breath from his lungs, leaving him
wheezing.
    His mind
turned foggy, thoughts swimming in and out of focus, and he blinked
several times, fighting for consciousness. His heavy limbs shook,
bones aching as darkness descended on him, the power of his
superior too intense to withstand.
    A moment
later it lifted, the room brightening as it faded away, and Marcus
sucked in much needed air as the strain on him eased. His body
continued to tremble and he clung fiercely to the railing to remain
standing as his legs threatened to give out.
    Marcus
cursed under his breath. He shouldn’t have lost his calm. He had
never snapped like this before but the pressure of living in the
mortal realm, of having to endure being so close to Amelia, was
getting to him. He had been waiting over thirty years for this
mission to end and they had always given him the same answer to his
questions. It was his duty. He had to obey.
    His
loyalty was to Heaven, born of faith and his belief that they knew
what the future held and what each of his master’s servants were
destined to do, but when they withheld information from him, when
they shut him in the dark and expected him to blindly obey their
orders without question, he found his faith wavering. He only
wanted answers.
    He had
tried countless times and in countless different ways but each time
they told him the same thing. His duty was to watch over Amelia
until a certain point in time. They had never expanded on the
nature of his mission or given him any other details. Each time
they brought him back to Heaven, they asked the same questions and
gave him the same answers.
    It wasn’t
necessary for him to know such information.
    It was
only necessary for him to obey their orders.
    So he
obeyed, and every time he left them, he hated his mission a little
more.
    His
shoulder blades tingled where his wings joined them. Amelia had
seen the marks there. He hated them too. If it wasn’t for them, he
wouldn’t be in this situation. He would have asked for a transfer
and would have been a soldier. It was his fault though and he
accepted this mission as punishment for committing sin.
    “Have you
experienced any difficulties with your wings since living in the
mortal realm?”
    That
softly spoken question came not from his superior but the dark
haired man to his left. A mediator. Marcus didn’t know him or the
other angel, but he could see from the embellishment on their
armour that they were high ranking, and clearly they knew of his
problem.
    “There
was one incident and that is all.” Marcus couldn’t meet the man’s
eye. He hated talking about this with anyone, even his superior and
the medical staff who had assisted him throughout the centuries
since the marks had appeared on his back. It made him feel
vulnerable and weak, and disgraced.
    “Can you
recall what you felt in that situation or anything that may have
caused the curse to