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Then,the memories came flooding back. ‘Marble Man.’ That particular nickname echoed in her mind. "…You smell nice." The image of herself sniffing Cassian's jacket flashed before her eyes. She whimpered in embarrassment. What the hell was I thinking? She tugged at her hair, her mind becoming a complete mess. What will he think of me now? "Seriously, Iris?" she groaned, burying her face in her palms "Marble Man?" She could die from embarrassment. Slowly, Bella's smiling face drifted into her thoughts.

Think of literally anything else! But his brain failed to think of other things. He breathed in and out. ‘Right! My eyes are rare too!’ he felt relieved. So he couldn't exactly throw stones. He had violet eyes himself. Angel continued to observe the enigma he’d mentally dubbed ‘tourist, stranger, and sin’ in his mind. He didn't know what to call him. It’s embarrassing to ask now. Since they were already on their way to the man’s hotel room. And Angel also noticed this quiet, simmering energy around him.

" I said raising my brows. "I deserve my name, Angel, because I am an angel in disguise for my husband and I am worth it to be named by that. What about you Callixta? What does your name mean? Hahahaha yours sound cheap and demonic." She insulted while laughing uncontrollably. You would choke, I silently prayed.

I almost groan aloud. Monroe knows about my hair fetish and probably laughed himself silly over how I would react. I can't kill the man if she loves him, but I can damn sure knock out a few teeth. "Close your eyes." I direct the water to her hair and wash the conditioner away. "Why the name Angel?" I ask. "Hooriya means angel in Arabic. Master likes it."

I had an even stronger impression that Reive went into raptures from my embarrassment. “Of course, Angel, there’s a small pond near here.” He led me through bushes and trees in a direction known only to him. And I, silly sheep, kept my eyes on him, not even thinking that if he left me there all alone, I wouldn’t be able to find my way out of the forest. “But why do you call me Angel?” I asked while we were walking. “Once upon a time, angels were called mysterious creatures flying high in the sky,” he readily began telling his story. “They were said to be creatures of other worlds. Worlds where there wasn’t any of the necromancy and magic we were familiar with.”

Shirley added. They all just kept their eyes on Shirley with a heavy smile across their face. Azriel took a look at the faces of each of them as they had their eyes on Shirley, and she immediately realized it. She became convinced that they really believed Shirley was their guardian angel after seeing their faces and looking at Shirley through their eyes. She saw and felt the admiration and respect they had for Shirley, and she believed it. She didn't think Shirley was a guardian angel or anything like that, but she was convinced they believed Shirley was it. "But what about "ANGELUS-MORTIS" name though, what does it mean?" Azriel queried.

He was like God’s perfect creation. She had not seen him since yesterday night, when he came back, her heart tightened again. “Daddy!” Angel had been happy to have seen Henry, “Daddy, Mommy said I should use the name Angel Xander, but I think Little Angel sounds just fine. I like that name.” Angel said while she gave him puppy eyes. “Angel, the word comes from Greek, Angelos. It means messenger of God, an agent acting as a messenger and envoys between Heaven and Earth by God’s will.” Henry smiled and explained, “Angel is a nice name.”

All things that happened to me those days that I lost him instantly flashed back into my mind. "Hi, Baby Angelo..." "So, that's his name." I instantly turned to the person who just spoke and saw that it was Nicholas standing behind me. He was just watching me all this time. I smiled at him and nodded, "Yes, I named him Angelo because even though I experienced worst things during the time that I chose to fight for him, I still consider him a blessing in my life. That's why Angelo. He's an angel and I know he's watching over me up there," I replied and looked to the sky.

Camila asked as she was still not following the conversation "Make this your bible and read it," Mrs Garcia toss a pocket-size book to her. Camila looked at the book which was a small notebook. She opened the first page and saw a table of words and their meaning. She looked at her mother "Yes, you will need that for public gathering," Mrs Garcia said and she looked into the book and saw the word 'my heart' and scuffed "She was talking about her husband. Okay what does the word 'surgeries' mean?" she thought as she went through the list of words

Kneeling beside it, I wasted no more time and pulled the huge book out, my slightly trembling hands sloppily skimming over the pages, until I’ve finally reached the section I wanted, like a burglar fearing of getting caught, my gaze hurriedly skipping over the words, “His name originates from the hebrew word “Rafa’el” meaning “God heals” ...After Michael, Gabriel and Lucifer, he is the fourth Archangel created by God... compassionate...caring... He is often associated with joy and laughter... Physical and spiritual healer... Considered one of God’s most obedient, good children...” Exhaling a small, shaky breath, the book fell on its own accord on the carpeted floor with a small but audible t