He’d been wondering what was so damn important about the female since Murry’d burst in on him and Velan in conference.Now he was really curious.Apparently, the guardian angel that had ruined Murry’s career as a guardian demon was the same angel that was attempting to win Abigail’s soul from Lucifer. The angel had balls, he had to give him that much.He leaned forward to peer through the kitchen window only a few yards away from his perched position in the tree.The weak angel was still there, and she had listened to him. Good girl, he thought, but wrinkled his nose as he sized up her back-up. They looked a little green, too. He had no doubts he could take them all hostage within seconds of them knowing he was even there.His attention focused back on the female angel. She couldn’t sense him because he hadn’t wanted her to, yet. He wasn’t sure if he wanted her to know at all. He’d hoped he could find the answers he needed by just examining the female human from the window, but he’d been rubbing his chin ever since he had arrived.
