Page 83 of Dark Horizon New Dawn

"You fainted."

Somewhere nearby a woman laughed, and as Margo shifted her eyes toward the sound, she recognized the olive-skinned beauty on her left. "Jasmine."

"Yeah, that's still me, and Mr. Angel over there flew like he had wings all the way from the helipad down here to catch you before you fell. I've never seen anyone move that fast." She leaned closer so her face was hovering a few inches above Margo's. "Maybe he has invisible wings that only other angels can see."

"My name is Negal, and I'm not what you call an angel. You only think that you saw me moving so fast because of the drugs. You’ve both been drugged."

"How do you know that?" Margo asked. "Is it that obvious?"

"I can smell the drugs on you."

"Oh." Jasmine's lips twisted in distaste. "I didn't know they had a smell."

Margo hadn't known that either, and she was mortified that the stunning stranger was smelling her foul smell. "You can let go now. I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" Instead of loosening, his grip on her tightened. "You look very pale."

She wasn't sure of anything, and being held by him felt heavenly even if he wasn't an angel, which she still wasn't convinced was the case.

Could angels lie?

It didn't seem right, given that lying was bad and angels were supposed to be good, but if they were sent to save people on Earth and needed to conceal their identity, lying would be necessary, right?

Except, there was one more thing that angels weren't supposed to do, and the one holding her was definitely doing. She could feel his erection hardening beneath her, and as she shifted a little in his arms, it got harder still.

"What kind of a name is Negal?" Jasmine asked. "I've never met anyone with that name. Is it Portuguese?"

"It's an old name that runs in my family." He didn't even look at Jasmine when he answered her, which pleased Margo.

In fact, it would have pleased her even more if Jasmine had gone away and left her alone with Negal. She was suddenly very possessive of her naughty angel, and she wanted to find out more about him.

"I'm a little warm." Margo put a hand on her forehead. "And I still feel a little faint. Is there a chance you could take me to the salon below? They probably have water in the bar's refrigerator." She lifted a finger to Negal's lips. "You seem thirsty."

His eyes flared with a glow that was for sure heavenly. "You are correct. I am a little thirsty." He pushed to his feet with her still in his arms, effortlessly as if she weighed nothing, and started walking but then stopped. "Where am I going?"

"I'll show you," Jasmine said.

Margo stifled a wince. Her plot to be alone with Negal hadn't worked. Was she a bad person for wanting him all to herself?

Was it a test, and she was failing it because she wanted Jasmine to go away?

Jaz was her friend, and Margo got herself into this mess to help her. So maybe she was allowed a little selfishness.

Winding her arms around Negal's neck, she looked at his glowing eyes and wondered whether it was the drugs' fault. If it wasn't, then all she'd believed about angels had been wrong, and the romance books she'd read about naughty angels who seduced human women or were seduced by them had been right.

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NEGAL

The salon turned out to be occupied.

That was where Kalugal had taken Modana and his men, including the boyfriend. Negal still planned to punch the guy in the face for kidnapping Margo, even if he had done them all a favor by distancing her from the Doomers.

Worrying about what was being done to Margo had cost Negal a few centuries of his immortal life, and he thanked the Fates that she was mostly unharmed.

It was a miracle that the cartel bosses who had claimed both her and Jasmine had been busy and that no one had forced themselves on the women.

As the three of them passed through the room, Kalugal smiled at them and waved them on before returning his focus to Modana and his men.

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