A light bulb went off in the angel's head as more of the pieces came together. It finally made sense as to why he was so concerned over her owning a human slave. Leaning back against him, she kissed his cheek and pressed her forehead against his cheek.
"I can forgive him," she said. "Just as long as he remembers that he's my- he's-" She stopped, wondering why her heart was racing and her cheeks felt hot. "He's special to me. I enjoy what we have. I wouldn't want anyone else. If something ever happened to him, I'd go through hell to get him back."