Katrina

When Miles woke me this morning, I felt rejuvenated. Last night had been eye-opening. My body was still sore this morning from the pounding it had taken last night, and my clit was throbbing, but this is the first time since coming to power that I've felt like I am in control of my body. I'm no longer afraid that I'm a ticking time bomb. My men and anyone else I'll come in contact with will be safe...at least from my demonic side. My angelic side is still unknown to me, but I've only been afraid of my Divine Light, and I have that under control now as well.

"Kitten," Miles called soothingly, whispering gently in my ear as he rubbed my back, "It's time to get up."

"What time is it?" I ask as I roll of my stomach, tossing Beckett's arm off me in the process, which causes him to groan before he covers his head with the pillow.

"Early," Miles replies, taking my hand and pulling me the rest of the way out of bed.

"What's on the agenda today?" I ask, stretching my arms over my head and twisting side to side.

Miles takes a moment to appreciate my naked body before continuing, "I have a few things planned." He responds cryptically.

"How am I supposed to know what to wear today?" I ask, trying to gather as much information as possible about our date.

"Here, wear this." He replies, chucking something black and stretchy at me.

"You want me to wear Spanx and a tank to our date?" I ask, eyebrows raised.

"Yup." He replies one wordly, hitting me with the sudden urge to let my succubus out to devour him.

He must see me planting his demise on my face because he quickly gathers me in his arms and plants a kiss on my lips, lingering long enough to bring a smile to my face.

"Trust me, Kitten. You'll love it, and being surprised will make it all that more gratifying." He smiles, tucking my chin up so I can look into his eyes, "But first, before we go anywhere, you need a shower. You smell like you've been thoroughly fucked."

"Hmm...maybe not so thoroughly," I tease, pulling myself from his grasp and running toward the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I hear the door handle rattle and then a groan of misery before Miles responds to my teasing, "Don't worry, babe, I'll get you later." He promises.

Before the shower turns on, I hear him talking to someone, but the responding voice sounds muffled like it's coming from a speaker. Who could he be talking to this early? And what the hell does he have planned for today?I was already excited about our date, but now I have butterflies churning in my stomach. I haven't felt this way since my first date, which happened to be the day after I got my parents' letter, the day after I left foster care. A man had come up to me while I was at the library just down the corner from my new apartment. It was my first time visiting a library, but I was extremely bored, and in the past, reading had cured my boredom.

When I was younger, around the age of fifteen, I was housed with a couple who loved reading. They had a room in their home that was solely dedicated to their books. Three out of the four walls were lined corner-to-corner with built-in bookshelves, and one of the walls was solely for my foster mother. On her shelves was where I found my favorite genre, historical romance. The fourth wall was a reading nook, and I found myself sitting on the nook, my legs tucked underneath me, encaptured by novels written by Johanna Lindsey, Lisa Kleypas, Julia Quinn, and Julia Garwood, just to name a few. Mari and Jonathan, my fosters at the time, didn't care what I was reading; they were just happy that I wasn't running off and getting into trouble. Mari would occasionally remind me that these books were a work of fiction and that love never came so easy, but looking at what I have now, I feel like Mari may not have been as happy with Jonathan as they let on.

My time with Mari and Jonathan had been wonderful. I always thought they would adopt me, but then the accident occurred. We'd been driving in the car, traveling across the Golden Gate Bridge, when the car spun out of control and pummeled into one of the pillars. Mari and Jonathan were killed on impact, and I was flung from the car through the windshield, my body somehow soaring over the suicide barriers. The coast guard found me later that afternoon, washed up on shore. They said it was a miracle I'd survived the accident, and even more so, I'd survived the plummet into the freezing waters of the Pacific and the dangers of the current. When they asked what I remembered of the accident, I told them that our car seemed to be engulfed in blackness, a sense of pure evil having filled the car, and then there was a bright light, the sounds of ruffled feathers, and the wind whispering in my ear. My rescuers chalked it up to a near-death experience, but I remember thinking an angel had saved me...HOLY FUCK. HOLY FUCKITY-FUCK-FUCKEROO. How did I not remember that until just now? An angel had saved me from what was likely a dark spirit.

I hurriedly wash the remaining conditioner from my hair, knowing it'll end up knotted from how quick I'm going but not caring. I need to tell Miles this new information; I don't know how but I have a feeling it could help us. I find it eerily coincidental that I was in an accident involving at least an angel. I curse loudly as I rush to dry myself and get dressed in the outfit Miles tossed me. Trying to throw on a skin-tight tank and Spanx in a hurry is literally impossible.

"Anything I can help you with, Kitten?" Miles chuckles, likely having heard my swearing.

"Rally the troops." I holler loudly. "I have something I need to tell you guys. I think it might be important."

"Okay?" Miles questions, but I can hear his footsteps as he walks away from the door, and Beckett groans grumpily shortly thereafter.

"What the hell, man?" He grumbles.

"Katrina wants to talk to us, and before you ask, no, I don't know why," Miles replies.

When I'm finally able to pull the tank past my breasts and the Spanx above my ass, I hurry out of my room, my men already waiting on the couches.


"When did those get here?" I ask, my eyebrows raised questioningly... "Wait, never mind, don't answer that yet. There's something I need to tell you guys."

"Did something happen last night?" Luka asks, concerned.

"No not last night, but I remembered something."

I pause to make sure they're all paying attention. Not that I needed to. Their attention is always on me. Once I finish recapping the memory, my men seem surprised.

"When did this happen?" Miles asks finally, after what seemed like an enternity waiting for them to respond.

"Ummm... I can't be certain. It was super cold, so I'm going to guess wintertime, around the holiday season. I remember we were visiting Mari's family and we normally did that around Thanksgiving or Christmas; we would rotate the two holidays between Mari's and Jonathan's family. It was also the year I turned fifteen." I reply, trying to pull more information from my memory.

"Okay." Miles nods; from spending so much time with him, I can tell by his mannerisms that he's thinking up a plan. "Aphelion, will you be able to check the Angel Human Intervention Logs when you visit home today?"

"Yeah, that shouldn't be a problem." He replies, "Anything specific I should look for? Angels intervene in human affairs constantly, even the Guardian Angel reports are added to the logs, so I won't be able to find the record that way."

"Try looking up Angel-Demon interactions involving humans, and then also try searching for Angel-Demon interactions involving gifted beings." Luka suggests.

"Gifted Beings?" I ask confused.

"If the information is on file and the Angel sensed a power in you, they wouldn't know what type of divine gift you have since you had yet to come into your powers. You would be listed under a gifted being if they filed a report." Luka responds, always the professor.

"Oh. Got it." I murmur, a little nervous about what Aphelion will find.

"I'll look into the Gifted interactions here on Earth and see if I can find anything." Miles states.

"Don't you have to go home for that?" Beckett asks, his voice seemingly concerned for some odd reason.

"Yes." Miles responds.

"Don't you have other important tasks today?" Samael asks, making sure to leave out what tasks Miles has.

Is taking me out on a date one of those tasks? "If you need to reschedule our date, that'll be fine." I reply directing my statement toward Miles.

"No." Miles growls. "It'll be fine Kitten. I'll take Katrina with me to gather the information and I'll still be able to complete the tasks." He replies to Samael's question glaring at him.

"Won't your father be home?" Beckett asks, causing me to gulp.

Damn, I don't know if I'm ready to meet another parent so soon. Especially if he's anything like his brothers.

"She'll have to meet daddy dearest sooner or later." Miles replies, before turning his attention back to me. "Fuck Kitten, you can't wear that."