Carrick felt gentle fingers touching at his mind, drawing something out. He wanted to push the tendrils of the angel's consciousness away, tell him to stay out of a mind too ancient and rigid to allow such an intrusion. but somehow, he could not. He was held motionless as much as any mortal under the Vampiric spell of compulsion.
Carrick's eyes closed again as the warm lips pressed to his forehead. His eyes stung. When he opened them again, the usually inscrutable gaze was open and vulnerable, yearning for answers. His voice was raw with an emotion he could not define.
"What did you just do to me? 'Helios'... you called me Helios."