The anger is back, full force, along with an urge to lash out.

“Where’s your boy?” I ask. When our eyes meet, I know she sees my anger. Fuck cool, calm, and collected. I want something real. I want to see her as mad as me. I go on. “I’m surprised he left your side. I thought Belial and Alocer would’ve arranged your marriage and you’d have a pack of adopted orphans by now.”

The perfect little couple and their perfect little life. They probably talk about how they pity me and the others.

Blake tries to laugh off my comment, but I’m not going to let him defuse this. I want to see Anna blow up. I stand tall and face her. She starts to say something but is distracted at the sight of my body. I’ve bulked up quite a bit since she last saw me. I’m filled with animalistic pride at the way her eyes take me in and fondle me.

She finally snaps out of it and says, “We’re friends. Just friends.”

Bollocks.

“Do you snog all your friends, then?” I’m about to suggest she snog Blake, so he’s not left out, but he takes off into the house.

Anna’s eyes appear sad, but I’m not buying it.

“I never meant for it to happen, Kai. We were—”

“I’d rather not hear the details, thanks.”

She is still too calm. I need to see her get angry. I need to know that I can still bring out the vixen in her the way she brings out the beast in me. I need to know I can make her feel something other than pity.

She tries to sidle closer and I move away from her. I need a drink and she needs a reminder that she’s Neph, just like me—imperfect and cursed. I stride to the bungalow and toss back a cold beer. Her eyes are on me as her jaw locks. She’s knows I’m attempting to stir her up. She comes right over, trying to get me to stop and talk, but I dodge her.

When she touches my arm I turn to fire. I fight back an urge to take her straight down to the floor where she can feel the weight of me on top of her. I pull away quickly. She doesn’t get to touch me whenever she likes. Not anymore.

Anna follows me about the deck, determined to make me see that what she’s done is fine.

“Is this all because of Kope?” she says to my back. “You’re acting like . . .”

I turn, staring her down.

“. . . like I cheated on you or something.” She finishes in a small voice that pierces my heart, as if she truly never knew she was mine.

I walk away, considering what a fool I’ve been. I toss the bottle in the air over and over, wishing I could smash it into a thousand bits. Anna still follows me.

“You really have no right to be upset with me,” she says. “I heard what you told him on the phone.”

Him. My stomach sours, but I laugh it away. Anna should know actions speak louder than words. Plenty of my actions have shouted my love for her, but she chooses to cling to flimsy words instead.

“Words are powerful, Kai, and so is a lack of words. You wouldn’t even talk to me anymore. I didn’t know what to think! And then to hear you tell him that? How was I supposed to feel?”

I will not take the blame for her actions. Could she not sense the anger and sarcasm in my voice when I spoke to Kope?

“Nothing I said could’ve pushed you into his arms if you didn’t want to be there.”

She huffs. “Yeah, well, in one really bad, freaked-out moment, that’s where I ended up, but it wasn’t planned. It felt . . . wrong.”

A chuckle escapes me at the malicious joy I experience over their kiss feeling “wrong.” Is it possible there’s something imperfect about Kopano after all? “Perhaps your boy Kope is just out of practice. Although some things should come natural for him.”

She throws her arms up and lets them fall to her side with a defeated slap. “All right, you’re being unreasonable. We’ll talk when Blake comes back.”

She looks away, too calm. What will it take to piss off this resilient girl? She walks to the edge of the pool, and my mind searches for something to push her buttons and bring her to life.

“It was inevitable,” I say. I toss the bottle in the air again as she spins to face me, eyes narrowed.

“Inevitable?” she asks. I hold back a smile at the anger brewing in her eyes. “Like you and that Anna chick you work with?”

How . . . ? I miss the bottle and it clatters to the deck. “Shite.” I pick it up, trying not to show my surprise that she knows. Fuckin’ Marna. I tamp down the guilt I feel. I didn’t touch another girl until after I’d heard about Anna and Kope. Still, though. I never wanted Anna to know, and it makes me feel like a filthy bastard when I think about it.

Flustered, I call to Blake to come outside. I failed to make Anna lose her cool. Point to her. I’m glad when he joins us, because together we’re able to tease Anna. Tag team effort. It’s brilliant, and I sit smug when we finally get her to blush, flushed with frustration.

“I don’t appreciate when people are fake with me.” She says this pointedly to me, and I frown. Is that what she thinks? “If you guys will sit down and shut up for a minute, I’ll tell you what I came here to say, and then I’m out of here. You two can find someone else to make fun of.”

I think she’s bluffing about leaving, to make us feel bad, but I sit up straighter at the mention of her news.

“Remember that nun, Sister Ruth, who I was supposed to see on the road trip?” I nod. The one who passed away. “Well, she came to me as a spirit. It turns out that she was an angelic Nephilim. She descended from the guardian angel of the Apostle Paul. It’s his Sword of Righteousness that she gave me.”