Restraint (The Revelation #2)

by Randi Cooley Wilson

The brightness of the room is shining through my eyelids, forcing me to open them. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes to find a very angry Michael positioned at the end of the bed. The archangel is standing at his full height, shoulders back, arms crossed, staring down at the bed where Asher and I are sleeping. Together. It’s at this realization that I notice the light in the room isn’t just from the morning sun peeking through the curtains. It’s emanating from the warrior of Heaven himself. Crap. Crap. Crap. The muscle in Michael’s jaw is thrumming as a result of how hard he’s clenching his teeth. I shake Asher in an attempt to wake him. He moans and grabs at me to pull me back down. “If you want to touch me, siren, there is a place lower that is completely awake and aching for you,” he mumbles. Oh. My. God. My entire face turns crimson, and I pray to God to end my misery. “Asher,” I say in a deep voice, and elbow him in the stomach. That gets him to sit straight up. “What the he—” He stops as soon as he sees Michael. “This is certainly an interesting turn of events, Mr. St. Michael. Is it standard practice for you to sleep with all of your charges after saving them from a kidnapping?” the archangel asks, throwing daggers at Asher with his eyes. Asher rubs his face. “Well, Michael, since all of my previous charges have been male, no. It’s not typical.” I drop my head in my hands and groan. “It’s not what it looks like,” I attempt to explain weakly. “I disagree. I do ...