Cain looked at his beautiful daughter, admiring her strength and physique. His looks lingered so long on her beautiful body that Angel began to feel uneasy, especially when Cain did not bother to tie the belt of his bathrobe and his body responded to his thoughts. Angel concentrated on staring into his eyes, trying to keep her look as freezing as she could.
Finally Cain smiled shortly, and turned back to the window.
"Find out everything you can about the whereabouts of Elijah's wife and what needs to be done for you to reach them, if that can be done. Let me know if it is practicable, and when you plan on leaving. You may go."
"Thank you, father."
He heard Angel walking out of the room. It was growing dark outside, and his rooms were lit, so he could observe her reflection in the window. If they had lived in ancient Egypt, he could have taken her as his wife. And he probably would have done so, too.
Well. Not that he'd meet any defiance from anyone if he chose to do so, even now. But for the moment he would just let her do her best and work for his benefit. Who knows - maybe one day he would travel to ancient Egypt as well, perhaps arrange it so that he would be the king there. And he might have a harem of the most beautiful Nephilim and human women just as he pleased. And Angel was the most beautiful of them all.
The thought made him chuckle out loud.
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