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smaller and weaker than Angeli, yet they had their enticing qualities.
          Humans became so aroused when touched by an Angeli lover, and the scents of human arousal were intoxicating to Angeli. Rahmiel remembered the exhilarating and arousing perfume of a human woman. Locked in ice, he had craved that aroma, desired the touch and scent of a lover until he thought he would go mad. Now he held a fragrant human girl in his arms. She already smelled delicious. Edible. He could hardly wait to taste her as his lover.
          Kari’s hair was glorious, so long, thick and red. Rahmiel slid a hand through her hair, enjoying the glide of silk on his hand. He wanted to see her clothed in nothing but her hair again, those round, pink-tipped breasts peaking out behind the long locks. Was she a virgin? She might be. She was young. That would be so perfect, because then the binding would be unbreakable.
          Of course, if she was a virgin, there was the possibility of getting her with child.
          Unless she was on that modern stuff…what was it called? Birth control. From what he understood, even virgins went on it, just in case.
          He hoped she was on it, a binding would be permanent enough, and he didn’t want the responsibility of fatherhood. Being a Guardian was responsibility enough. He had planned to enjoy children when his time in the Guardians was finished, sometime far in the future but his future now was uncertain. It would not be a good time for a child.
          Not that he was a Guardian at present, but if things worked out with Kaphawn, and then with the binding, he should at the very least avoid the dimensional freezer. At least for her lifetime…
          She had flawless, milky skin, smooth and glowing with health, to go with all that hair. He gently moved his hands from her hair to her arms, so he could touch her skin.
          He moved his hands slowly, drawing his fingers over the soft skin of her arms. Yes, he had been fortunate. An older woman or even a man could have drawn him forth. Few humans who weren’t sorcerers or witches could have pulled off that ritual. Her success must have been a fluke. He buried his face in her hair, enjoying the sweet floral scent of it, the sweet pressure of her bottom on his thighs.
          He could hardly wait to have her, to seal the binding, be inside a woman for the first time in eight thousand years.
          “Where are we?” she asked after awhile, when her sobs died away.
          “Somewhere we cannot be found. Some place safe.”
          “Aren’t you going to go find the demon?”
          “He will have gone into hiding, so he can grow from the strength of his kills. After so many years without sustenance, his first priority will be to regain his strength. I brought us here in case he decides to search us out when he is feeling stronger in a few hours. He won’t be able to find us here, unless we say his name, call him.”
          They were on a tropical beach he had viewed with longing many times while in his icy prison. He watched and imagined the pale, hot, sand burning his feet, the sun radiating on his skin, the water a welcome, gentle coolness to his heated body. Because of its mountainous terrain and rocky coast, the island was uninhabited. It was far from other islands and, since only a small boat could navigate its waters, few humans came here. The air was warm and moist but comfortable. He figured he had somewhere between eight and twelve hours to complete the binding before Lemuel and the Guardians found him.
          The moon was hidden so the stars were bright, glinting on the water. A perfect setting for what he planned.
          Now to get on with his seduction.
          “He can’t find us here,” Kari repeated his words in a soft slow voice.
          He could tell she was tired from the night’s events and from the summoning spell.
          “We are safe, and in one of the most beautiful places on