Celestial (Angels of Elysium, #2)

by Olivia Wildenstein

“While you were in there with Jase, I went back to the guild.” His thumbs swept over my cheeks as though playing connect-the-dots with my freckles. “I signed you off from the banker and signed you up to Jase.” “You did what?” He slid his jaw from side to side. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to take the decision out of your hands, but I was . . . I was worried.” My mouth began to gape a little, then a lot. “I knew you’d want to spend time with the guy before you left, and I was coming back to tell you to take your time. That he’d be your last sinner. But you, extraordinary you”—his thumbs stilled—“you managed to reform him in a single hour. I had no doubt you’d get his score down, but I thought it would take you at least a day or two. I thought I’d get a chance to warn you. To prepare you.” I lifted my hands to his. “You’re shaking.” “I’m . . . my . . . they’re . . .” My lips began to tremble as hard as the rest of me. “I’m done?” “You’re done.” My eyelashes flapped wildly, batting away tear after tear. Asher frowned. “I can’t tell if you’re happy or angry right now.” “Happy,” I croaked. “I’m happy. I’m so happy.”