Page 25 of Angel Betrayed

She pulled away, hurrying back a step. Getting out of touching range. “I’ll get you out of here, but you have to?—”

“I woke up in a…graveyard. I was on a broken tomb, naked, I was?—”

Voices shouted in the hallway. Oh, hell. No more time.

She grabbed the chain on his right wrist and shoved the key into the lock. “Doesn’t matter.”

“It does.” He caught her hand the instant the cuff popped open. Now it was Seline’s turn to freeze. One touch.

But his fingers just smoothed over her skin. “You’re…” He broke off and the blue of his eyes seemed to fade a bit. “Danger.”

Oh, yeah, she was dangerous to him, but she wasn’t about to confess to that bit now.

His hold tightened. “Be careful. Evil…it’s at the door.”

What? Chill bumps rose on her arms.

Then the scent of smoke reached her, burning her nose, and Seline’s head whipped around. She could see thick, dark smoke sliding beneath the bottom of the containment room’s door.

Smoke and then—the door exploded inward as a ball of flames swept into the room. Seline screamed, and Az laughed.

Laughed.

Her gaze flew back to him, and she saw that he was smiling. Oh, hell. That smile reminded her far too much of Rogziel—it was the same smile he wore right before Rogziel got ready to punish some bastard.

Playing with the big boys…Had she really thought Az wouldn’t be as dangerous as Sam?

The fire licked her arm, and she screamed again.

When the scent of smoke drifted to him on the wind, Sam stiffened. Then the armed men ran out of the warehouse, one of the humans carrying an unconscious man over his shoulder. They were running away.

Seline, where the hell are you?

The smoke thickened, and the flames began to crackle. Sam raced for the warehouse. A retreating guard saw him and fumbled for his weapon. “Wait, stop! You can’t?—”

Sam flew forward and knocked the guard aside. Sam blasted the warehouse door open with a stray thought and rushed inside. The flames swelled, growing higher and higher. His power pushed out, and he should have been able to instantly quench the fire, but the flames didn’t so much as flicker.

Az. Only another angel could have enough power to stir the fire like this.

Time to find his brother and give him some payback—payback that had been centuries in coming.

Another scream ripped the air. This one echoed with pain.

“Seline!” He rushed after that fading scream, never feeling the touch of fire on his skin as he leapt right through the flames.

And then he saw her. On the ground. Rolling as she tried to put out the fire that burned her flesh. He roared her name and lunged for her.

“Sam…” Her hoarse whisper and there were tears—fucking tears—sliding down her cheeks. He held her close against his chest, and, through the flames, his gaze locked on his brother.

Azrael. The second angel of death created. One without feelings. One who existed only to kill.

One who’d finally fallen.

The fire rose higher, hotter, and those flames seemed to come right after Seline.

Holding her, cradling her carefully, Sam stepped back.

Az was smiling.

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