Page 1 of Fated Angel

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Gabby

The Spear of Destiny lives up to its name in every way…but one.

It’s the most impressive thing Gabby’s ever seen. Taller than her, its silver weight rests heavy in her palm, the etchings along its length intricate and captivating. The leaf-shaped tip is just as ornate and beautiful, befitting the only weapon that can end the Grigori. The delicate scrollwork, the formidable blade, the way it glitters in the light, all left her in awe for days after she and Colt almost lost their lives retrieving it.

But now…

Now, it’s losing some of its luster.

Gabby scowls at the Spear, twisting it one way then the other. No matter what they’ve tried, she hasn’t been able to power it. To use it.

Right now, it’s more use in her mother’s garden as a tomato stake.

Colt enters the reading room she’s sequestered herself in, and the scowl dissolves. This is the demon who stopped her in her tracks the first time she saw him at the gates of Mercy Academy. This is the demon who was willing to die for her.

The demon who should be her enemy, yet has her heart, is undeniably her soul mate.

He smiles the instant he sees her, as if, just like her, any pressure to save the world feels totally surmountable just because he’s in her presence. They gravitate toward each other, two hearts who are only whole when the other is near.

Gabby slips into the strong arms that wrap around her, angling her head up to meet the lips coming down. They kiss, their mouths molding and melding into the familiar sweet sensations, the room of Veritas, the world beyond fading away.

Colt’s hands rise, his fingers threading through her hair in a touch that’s both tender and igniting. Gabby twists her hand in his shirt, trying to pull him closer, wanting to hold on to these feelings for as long as possible.

Their moments alone are scattered. Precious. The only thing that fuels her, no matter what they face.

“I thought there was some urgency in this situation?” comes an irritated voice.

Gabby doesn’t pull away immediately, not caring that it’s her father who’s just appeared in the room. In fact, a part of her doesn’t rush on purpose. The Archangel Gabriel is the one person who needs to see this the most.

She loves Colt.

It doesn’t matter that she’s an angel, he's a demon.

In fact, it’s because of Colt’s heritage, his Hell-born blood, that they’ve achieved everything they have. Their soul-deep connection is proof that anything is possible.

Colt pulls away, his chocolate eyes twinkling as he gazes down at her as if he knows exactly what she’s doing. “I suppose there is some urgency…” he murmurs, lips twitching.

“Well, not according to this lump of lifeless metal,” Gabby grouches, turning to gaze at the Spear she’s still holding.

Her father grunts as he crosses his arms. “So you’re willing to accept the inevitable?”

Gabby’s scowl is back, and this time she directs it at him. “Not yet.”

Using the obsidian to fuel the Spear of Destiny is beyond dangerous. They’d be activating a shard of Darkness. Sure, that’s powerful. But it’s also one step closer to unleashing that evil on Earth.

Gabby’s father sighs. “I’ve given you several days,” he points out.

She lifts her chin. “I did find something.” The endless trawling of the books in Veritas lead to one ray of hope. “I learned that Primordial Light was sent to Earth centuries ago. It’s definitely powerful enough to fuel the Spear.”

And it’s the force of good.

Except her father is already shaking his head. “I’m well aware of that. But when the Light was sent to Earth, it was infused into an artifact.” His lips thin. “The Holy Grail hasn’t been seen since.”

Gabby blinks. The Grail is Primordial Light? “But surely?—”

Her father slices his hand through the air. “There’s no time, daughter! The Grail has been missing for centuries. The Grigori are here now.”

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