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“We will be on this interstate for over two hundred miles, sweetheart. Just drive.”
I opened my mouth to object, but he raised his hand between us and spoke into the phone.
I gripped the wheel hard so I wouldn’t reach across the seats and land a punch on his chin.
Bastard.
He made the first call and started working. I turned on the radio in the car and raised the volume so I couldn’t hear him. If he was dealing in more wishes and taking advantage of others, I didn’t want to know.
Leviathan threw me an irritated glance because of the music, but he turned his back to me and stared out the window, while talking about meetings and clients. I focused my attention on the road and the songs, though here and there I heard Leviathan talking other languages. Was that French? And Russian? And Mandarin?
Angels knew all languages, but when my magic was stolen, that ability went away with it.
It was despairing, to be an angel and not be an angel. Things had been bad before, when I had lost my wings and had the other angels hunting for me, but it got exponentially worse when I lost my magic too.
No, I wouldn’t focus on the dreadful things.
Finally, I had something going for me. Leviathan knew where my wings were, and I would soon have them back. That was the first step of many. Hazel and Khalisa said they would research a way for me to get my powers back—I didn’t even want to think about that. It made me giddy, and I was afraid of getting too excited, only to be disappointed if they couldn’t do anything for me.
First, wings.
Second, Molraz.
The rest, I would figure out later.
We only stopped once to get gas and a bathroom break. We arrived in Crosby at almost two in the afternoon. Since we would be away for a few days, I needed to pack a bigger bag. I also needed a shower.
Thankfully, Leviathan waited in the car. I really didn’t want him to see my shoddy apartment. I had rented it not even four months ago, and had bought only a mattress, an armchair, a small TV, and a stool for the bar area in the kitchen. That was it.
After all, I never planned on staying, on settling into a human life. Even if I never got my wings and my magic back, I would have to move every few months. In fact, now that I had seen the Seraphim, it was probably time to get going.
When I went back to the car, Leviathan entered an address on the map app on my phone, and we headed to downtown Houston. The address led to a high-rise building, and Leviathan told me to enter the underground garage.
He directed me to the visitors’ parking spaces, then told me to follow him. A doorway led to a small sitting room with a sofa that looked modern, but probably uncomfortable, and two golden-trimmed elevators. Leviathan glanced at a camera in the top corner of the room and nodded.
On the elevator, he positioned himself in front of the panel and entered a series of numbers—like a password. Then he pressed the button for the twentieth floor, the last one.
The elevator opened to a short hallway and gray double doors. Leviathan pressed his thumb to a keypad, entered another password, and the doors clicked opened.
I followed him inside but couldn’t stop gawking.
I had expected a super luxurious penthouse with fifteen bedrooms, nineteen bathrooms, rugs and curtains.
The place was one giant rectangle, about twenty feet tall, and mostly surrounded by glass.
To the left, there was a rug and a huge gray sectional in front of a pillar, from which hung a ninety-inch TV. To the right was another rug, a bed that had to be custom made, because it was double the size of a normal king, two nightstands, and an armchair. Farther to the right, there were four doors and I was assuming one had to be the bathroom. Leviathan disappeared inside one of those doors and I got a peek—it was a closet.
In the center was the kitchen comprised of gray counters. The tallest thing in there was the fridge, which was against another pillar. But everything was top notch: the appliances were stainless steel and looked too expensive to touch. Even the stools around the counter that formed a seating area were big and heavy, giving the impression that each of them cost thousands of dollars.
The place smelled like him: a deep wood, spicy, and musk scent, masculine and good on him.
While he was gone, I spun around, amazed by the simplicity, and yet elegance of the few things he had in this place. The floors were light gray marble, the walls between the giant windows and the pillars were that industrial concrete look, but it worked.
There were no frilly decorations, no superfluous stuff, and lots and lots of open space and natural light.
I walked past the kitchen and went to the windows. You could see the entire city from here and it was beautiful. Breathtaking. After a moment, I turned around and looked at the apartment again.
This place was awesome.
