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  1. Contents
  2. Blood Edict
  3. Entertaining a Seraphim
  4. Knives or Clothes
  5. Wings with a View
  6. Game of Persuasion
  7. Shattering Blood Bonds
  8. Bloodlines
  9. What Now?
  10. Protective Progeny
  11. Forging New Bonds
  12. Pleasurable Teamwork
  13. Fresh Alliances
  14. Colorful Words
  15. Fuck. Fate.
  16. A New Partnership
  17. Playing House
  18. Let’s Create a Team
  19. Picking the Right Path
  20. A New Power Rises
  21. Eternity Redefined
  22. Blood Bonds
  23. The Beginning
  24. Epilogue
  25. Immortal Curse Series
  26. What’s Next
  27. 1. Stas
  28. Acknowledgements
  29. Also by Lexi C. Foss

Sethios studied her curving lips and felt his mimicking the action.

So gorgeous.

Sweet.

Intelligent.

Mine.

“I would make arrangements here in Montana,” Gabriel said, interrupting the moment. “It’s quiet, sparsely populated, and easy to protect. I’m guessing Osiris found you in Paris through facial recognition technology, but I will confirm with Ezekiel when I meet him tomorrow.”

Sethios switched his focus to the Seraphim. “I assumed Ezekiel traced my father to the condo.”

Gabriel shook his head. “He wasn’t there, which leads me to believe Osiris located you via other means. Large cities are littered with surveillance equipment, and while our blood makes us untraceable, it does not shadow our facial features.”

“Meaning he likely located me on one of my various trips outside.” He hadn’t bothered disguising his features, something he would reconsider moving forward. Although, it shouldn’t be needed in this area of Montana.

Most of the properties around Seeley Lake were vacation homes owned by the wealthy or houses passed down to family members. That meant infrequent visitors and constantly changing faces.

And the nearest city was ninety minutes away.

“Staying here is perfect,” Sethios murmured, agreeing with Gabriel’s assessment. “At least until we know more.”

“Good.” Caro laid her head against his shoulder and sighed with contentment. “I like it here.”

“Do you?” He chuckled as she nodded. “We just arrived.”

“The air is clean,” she murmured, yawning.

“It reminds her of home,” Gabriel added softly. “Take her outside during the sunrise. She’ll appreciate it.” The Seraphim took a step backward. “I’ll be in touch soon.” He didn’t wait for a reply or acknowledgment before he vanished.

“For one who strives for stoicism, your son certainly displays odd bouts of emotion,” Sethios mused. Gabriel kept laying hints on how to appease Caro, as if he wanted to ensure her happiness. That spoke of a nurturing bond, something that required sentiment.

“It’s our bloodline,” she replied. “We’ve spent too much time around humans.”

“Your son said your line isn’t tied to humanity.”

“Not directly, no. But we’ve spent thousands of years interacting with them.” She lifted her head to gaze at him. “Our ability to conceal our auras marks us as prominent messengers. We are the ones chosen to deliver news and warnings to humans; it’s why humanity commonly refers to us as guardian angels.”

His eyebrows rose. “You warn humans?”

“Of course. At least, those who show promise.” She smiled. “It’s not frequent by any means, but we’ve been known to interfere on occasion. Well, not me or Gabriel specifically, but our ancestors.”

Fascinating. There was still so much Sethios didn’t understand about her kind and their impact on the world. “So Gabriel shares your line and his father’s gift for war, but what about you? What is your second line?”

“My mother has the gift to heal any ailment, but it has never stirred inside of me. That happens sometimes, where bloodlines remain dormant and never prosper.” Her gaze took on a faraway glint.