They entered the rotunda together, Gabe’s fingers interlaced with Luce’s. Gabe squeezed Luce’s hand and remembered when they had first met, here, at a party in His honor. Luce had been leaning against one of the carved pillars, half hidden in shadows, dark eyes blazing as he watched the other angels mingle. From his perch near the throne, Gabe noticed him, watched the way those lithe muscles moved beneath dusky skin, and hunger seized his heart. He wanted that body next to his, those wings, that hair, those eyes.
Sidling up behind Luce, Gabe ran one hand across the bottom of an inky wing, ruffling the feathers. Luce spun around and locked eyes with him—Gabe felt the hunger swell inside and couldn’t stop himself from leaning close, pressing his hips against Luce’s leg. Into Luce’s ear he w
