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And now for the teaser scene from ANGELFIRE #3 featuring Cadan! Hope you enjoy :)

I hugged my arms to my chest and exhausted, flopped onto my bed.

“You need the shower?” Cadan asked me.

“Not yet,” I grumbled. “I want to just lay here for the rest of my life.”

He huffed a short laugh. “All right. I’ll be out in a few.”

I must have drifted off because I opened my eyes what seemed like seconds later and he was already out. He was bare from the waist up and ruffling through his bag for a shirt. I tried not to stare too hard, deciding then and there that reapers just automatically came with Photoshopped chest, arms, and abs. Ridiculous.

“All yours,” he said without looking at me.

I grabbed the baggie filled with my shampoo and stuff, and before I disappeared into the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of Cadan’s muscled back out the corner of my eye. My breath caught. Burn scars shredded down his back, a marbled and gleaming slash of them. They mirrored Marcus’s scars almost exactly and I knew only divine fire could cause such a permanent injury. Cadan wore scars from angelfire.

He glanced over his shoulder at me before tugging a shirt over his head. “Don’t forget that I know what we’re about to walk into,” he said, understanding what I’d been staring at. “I never fear anything unless I have a good reason to.”

I said nothing, or rather I could think of nothing to say, and I closed the bathroom door behind me. I paused for a minute, absorbing what I quickly began to understand. Only angels could wield angelfire, and the only angel Cadan knew besides me was Antares. She had done that to him, nearly killed him.

When I left the bathroom, I plopped onto the edge of my bed and Cadan turned the TV off from his seat on his own bed. He moved to sit across from me and rested his elbows on his knees, peering into my face studiously.

“It’d be stupid to ask if you’re okay,” he said softly.

I gave him a pathetic smile. “Good thing you’re not stupid.” I waited for him to respond, but he was quiet. “Would it be stupid to ask if you’re okay?”

“I’m fine, I promise. And everything else will be fine too. Antares will be where I left her. It’s been a few years, but I’m sure she’ll remember me.”

“You left that big an impression, huh?” I joked.

“In a way.” His tone was serious.

“What did she have that you tried to kill her for?” I was just as grim that time.

“I didn’t want it,” he replied. “Bastian did. He wanted the grimoire. She didn’t have it, but I thought she was lying. Bastian ordered me to bring him the book and I’d been tracking her down for years so there was no alternative, and I was desperate. Of course she beat me to a pulp, but she’d tossed me beyond the reach of her bindings and couldn’t finish me off. I was even luckier to walk away alive from Bastian after he was through disciplining me.”