Removing himself from Eloise’s thoughts was the right thing to do, but there was no way he could wipe away the emotions he now had for her. Only another angel, or God, could do that. Raking his hands through his hair, he tried to think of who to call, but it was just too embarrassing. He decided to use self-control instead of humiliating himself in front of Archangel Michael, after all, he hadn’t sought any of this. When a disgusting familiar stench filled the air, Nathaniel spun around. Just like he thought, Lucifer was standing grinning at him, and like before, he was dressed in his Father Luke attire. Ripping the crucifix from his chain, Nathaniel pointed it at him. “Get the Hell out of here!” Lucifer snickered, then lifted Nathaniel’s gown up with his staff. “Hmm, so Eloise likes your sexy silk undergarment, does she?” Whacking the cane away with his hand, Nathaniel glared at him. “Oh, I should’ve known you were behind all this. Trying to tempt me to sin, were you?
