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power to check up on our status where she’s concerned. Alexia is being held and watched so she can’t communicate with her, right along with Jade. Don’t tell anyone where you’re going, or who you’re going after. Otherwise she’ll know.”
    A strange sensation came over him. Dread? “She can communicate by thought?”
    “Thoughts and dreams. As long as it’s on the subconscious level, she can communicate.”
    Well, hell. That explained a lot. He wasn’t embarrassed she’d caught him though. It had been a damned good dream.
    Ambrose leaned forward until they were nose to nose. “Bring her back. Tonight. If you don’t reach her by the time the sun comes up she’ll be long gone.” He turned to leave, muttering, “If she’s not out of the country already.”
    “Do I have an acceptable level of force I can use?” Domiel hated to ask, but he’d need to take the kid gloves off if he had any chance of wrestling her back. Quiet she might be, but he’d seen her level men twice her size. The woman fought dirty when needed, and she never apologized for it.
    Ambrose glanced back at him, narrowed his eyes, and threw over his shoulder, “She’s a vampire. She’ll heal if you feel the need to use excessive force. However, you’d better bring her back alive.”
    Ambrose slammed the door behind him, leaving Domiel to contemplate what had just transpired. Kelsey was one of their oldest and most trusted assassins. What the hell could she have done to bring the heads of the Alliance down on her? Not to mention she had run, which meant she must be guilty of whatever they wanted to speak to her about.
    Whenever he saw her something tugged at his memories, as though he’d met her before he’d enlisted in the Alliance. But that was impossible.
    Domiel turned back to … what the hell was her name? Karen? Casey? He ran his hand over his new buzz cut. A few short months ago he’d been an Angel of Souls on a mission—to help Jade make the transition from this plane of existence to the next after being marked for death by the powers that be, but he’d come up against an unmovable object—Samael. A former Angel of Souls, Samael had begged him not to take Jade’s soul. Samael had been willing to give anything to keep Jade with him, and Domiel had done the unthinkable.
    He’d allowed her to stay.
    In doing so he’d fallen from grace, though he hadn’t martyred himself just for the sake of Samael’s girl. He’d wanted to experience the connection Jade and Samael shared, but so far the relationships Domiel had experienced since he’d been in this realm didn’t compare.
    Heaven had been sterile, in a way, compared to the emotions one experienced on earth. Lust was the biggest and most challenging sentiment to come to terms with, since lust was dormant in Heaven. He’d run with that, hoping to understand why humans did the things they did for others. He’d taken almost every willing woman to bed, though none had stirred anything other than his sex.
    He glanced down at the young recruit’s sleeping form. His jacket covered most of her body, and though he could remember her curves, he could recall little else. He left the armory, leaving his jacket lying on top of the woman whose name he couldn’t remember, wishing for all the world he didn’t have to track the female whose name he could.

Chapter Two
    Paris, France
    Spring in France. A vacation spot for lovers of art, lovers of history, and for lovers in general. A city where ancient structures and modern idiosyncrasies collided, it remained a destination to lose oneself and create memories to last a lifetime. Kelsey absolutely detested the city, though she had no recourse. The demon framing her chose victims in this city, so Paris was her only lead at the moment.
    There’d been a time Paris had been one of her most beloved hangouts. She, Lexie, and Jade had frequented the nightclubs and restaurants, got drunk and rowdy. The town had a vibrancy to it she’d once