Guild Hunter 02 - Angels' Flight

this, he was probably right—because Galen could
fly
.
     
    After winging down until they were sweeping just above the roar of the river below, he skimmed along the water. The spray kissed her sandaled feet, her face, and she rubbed that face against his neck in spontaneous affection. Dipping his head, he gave her a berserker’s grin before flying up and up and up until they were high in the insubstantial cotton of the clouds, the sparkling mineral-flecked buildings of the Refuge hidden behind a mountain range that was an impenetrable natural barrier to those without wings, the land below a wild tapestry she’d seen for the last time so very long ago, when she had been a child… and her father had taken her up into the sky.
     
    “Thank you, Father.”
     
    “You’re my child, Jessamy. I’d do anything to hear you laugh, see that beautiful smile.”
     
    Her father loved her. As did her mother. But there had always been such sadness behind their happy expressions when they returned to the earth, until Jessamy could no longer bear it. So she’d grounded herself. Her decision had been met with sorrow, but that had passed. Sometimes now, her parents were able to forget her disability, and treat her simply as their daughter, cherished and with achievements that made them glow with pride.
     
    A sheet of brilliant light,scattering the bleak memories like jeweled pebbles.
     
    She looked down to see a mirror-perfect lake reflecting the setting sun in all its shattering glory, the water a cauldron of fire, the sky a lick of flame.
     
    Lips brushing her ear, a warm breath. “Do you want to land?”
     
    She shook her head, never wanting to touch the earth again. Dipping down to surf a lazy wind, Galen swept them out farther, until she was traveling over areas she’d never seen with her own eyes, only heard about from others. Her soul soaked up the sights, the sensations—the air crisp against her cheeks, the wind playful—parched ground finally having its thirst assuaged. The beauty and grandeur of it stole her breath, and still Galen flew, showing her wonder after wonder, his wings tireless.
     
    There was no light in the sky, the stars glittering like faceted gemstones overhead when she sighed, so very full of joy that another drop would make her burst. “Yes. We can go home now.” Golden lamplight glowed in a bare few windows as Galen winged them back to the aerie, the Refuge quiet, his heartbeat steady.
     
    Landing, he set her on her feet. She grabbed at him as her legs wobbled, the feel of his big body no longer so strange and intimidating—though it would’ve been a lie of the highest order to say he didn’t affect her. There wasn’t a single part of her own body that wasn’t aware of his every breath, his every move. “Thank you,” she whispered, hands still splayed on a male chest she wanted to pet and stroke.
     
    He shook his head, refusing her gratitude. “I want payment.”
     
    It was the last thing she’d expected to hear. “What?” His skin, it was so hot, she wanted to rub up against him like a cat.
     
    “For the flight,” he said, tugging her closer with his hands on her own. “I want payment.”
     
    Hard, he was built so hard and strong. “If I refuse?” It was becoming difficult to talk, to breathe.
     
    A slow smile that softened the brutal masculine lines of his face. “Don’t refuse, Jessamy.”
     
    The coaxing murmur wrapped her in unbreakable bonds, the vibration of his words a rumble against her palms. Startled, she went to pull away hands that had turned caressing over the tensile strength of him, but he wouldn’t let her go. “A kiss,” he said in a low, deep voice that felt like the most decadent silk over her skin. A little rough… but oh so exquisite. “Just one.”
     
    Enthralled as she was by his voice, it took a moment for his words to penetrate. Shock, pain, anger, it all roared to the surface. “I don’t need your pity.” She wrenched at her hands.
     
    He didn’t budge.
     
    “Release me.”
     
    “It’s an insult you’ve given me, Jessamy.” His tone was one she’d never before heard from him. “But since I caused you hurt earlier, I will declare us even.” With that, he let her go and entered the aerie, waiting only until she was inside to light a lamp, and pull the heavy wooden door shut.
     
    Standing there watching him move around the room with musculgrace, lighting other lanterns until the aerie glowed with warmth, gilding