Hell, I couldn’t blame him, his life was bizarre enough, but the existence of vampires alone must have blown his logical circuitry right out of the water. When I finished, I returned the pump to the holder and closed the gas cap.
Agent Williams still hadn’t come out and I sighed as I slipped into the driver’s seat, waiting for him to get his bearings.
“Where are we going?” Naomi asked.
“To his house,” I said and nodded toward the store. Agent Williams finally stepped outside still looking like he had seen a thousand ghosts.
Naomi looked at him and then back to me. “What happened in there?”
I gave her a laugh. “Special Agent Williams isn’t normal by any means,” I said and her head snapped to him.
“What is he?”
“Oh, he’s human, but he’s supercharged.” She turned back to me and her brow creased. “Did you ever watch Star Trek?” I asked and her brow creased even more. “The only description I can think of is he did a Vulcan mind meld on me.”
The crease in her brow altered into the incredulous arches. “What?”
“I saw his life and by the look on his face, he saw mine.”
Her head snapped in his direction as Agent Williams slipped into his car. His hands visibly shook and I started laughing, prompting Naomi to bring her gaze back to me.
“What do you mean by supercharged?”
I sighed and started the car, pulling out behind the vintage BMW. “His psychic powers are beyond anything I have ever encountered in a human.” I was still digesting all I saw and his life was full of some of the same challenges and devastations as mine. “But you were right. He is on our side.” I glanced at her. “And it’s a damn good thing.”
Chapter 12 - Damian
We drove in silence and by the time we pulled up to the gate surrounding his house, I’d had time to think about our predicament and wondered if this was really a good thing or not. If Lucifer got wind of this man and all his talents, we might end up as a secondary trophy.
I hesitated before following him inside and when I parked on the driveway behind him, I glanced at the gate closing behind us. He got out of his car and just stared at me. After a moment, he shook his head like clearing thoughts and the glare he leveled at me made me second-guess this.
I stepped out of the car and circled around to Naomi, helping her out.
Agent Williams waited in the garage and I approached him.
“What kind of fool do you think I am?” he snarled when I got within the confines of the garage.
“Denial? That’s what you’re going with?” I huffed. That should have been what I expected based on the man’s history, but it still caught me off guard.
His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. The garage door engaged, dropping behind us.
“There’s no fucking way what I saw was real.”
I thought a moment, scanning through the contents of his life. “Your life hasn’t been a walk in the park either.”
Naomi shifted and she cleared her throat.
“Can I use your bathroom?” she asked with a small voice that cut through the tension. His gaze dropped to her.
“I’m supposed to believe you …” he waved at her and blinked, his gaze dropping to her belly. He nodded instead and turned, leading us into the family room of his home. “The bathroom is down there,” he pointed to a small hallway at the other side of the kitchen.
He waited until she was out of sight and turned to me.
“I’m not sure what to call you, considering,” I said. “Special Agent Williams seems a bit formal, don’t you think?”
“That shit can’t be real,” he said and crossed his arms.
“If you don’t believe what you saw, have your angel friend ask Michael directly.”
Wings fluttered and the winged man in Agent William’s memory appeared for a moment. “I can’t. I’m not allowed in heaven. At least, not yet,” he said.
I studied him, watching as he faded to nothing and finally I shook my head, refocusing on Agent Williams. His relationship with his guardian angel was as bizarre as some of the things in my life and as I focused on those memories, a flood of secondary memories filtered up from a lower level and I raised an eyebrow.
“So you’re telling me you’re twenty-five hundred years old?”
I nodded and he sat down on the couch.
“And there are such things as vampires,” he asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Well, there were. I think Eve was the last one.”
“And Lu …” he started and pressed his lips closed along with his eyes. “And archangels, fallen or otherwise, exist?”
“Yes.”
“And your wife can transform into a white tiger?” He opened his eyes, his voice carrying the incredulous spin of someone whose world was crumbling around them.
I smiled and shrugged. “You forgot demons,” I added.
“I already believed in demons,” he said and a shadow passed over his face.
The memory filtered up to the forefront of my mind and I gave him a quick nod. He just stared at me in silent awe that made me uncomfortable. I shifted, unsure of whether I should sit or not.