Page 58 of Angel Betrayed

“Rogziel arrived at the scene after the firefighters. He perched on the house across the street from Anthea’s place, and he just watched us.” His mouth tightened with distaste. “When we left, so did he. No attack, not yet. He just followed us.”

Yep, that was fear eating at her heart. “He knows we’re here?”

“No. ”

Her shoulders sagged. Aw, jeez, for a minute there, fear had nearly made her pass out.

“I let him follow at first, just to see what the bastard would do, but after we left New Orleans, I cloaked us.”

Uh, okay. She didn’t really know what he meant by cloaking, but she figured it was another little handy magic trait that he possessed—and just how many of those traits did Sam have? “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

She saw the ripple of dark wings over his shoulders. Shadows. Not there.

“And there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”

Now he was starting to make her angry. Her eyes narrowed. “Well, I guess that’s why they call it trust, right?” He’d been the one spouting about trust before, now he wanted her to complete some crazy test?

A knock shook the door.

She didn’t like this.

Sam turned away from her. “Don’t worry. If you have nothing to hide, this will be over in a few moments.”

She grabbed his hand. “What if I do have something to hide?” Because, dammit, she hadn’t been straight with him. Not entirely.

And she still didn’t want to be.

His gaze glittered down at her. “Then I’d say we have a problem.”

Yes, they did. She did. “Demons can’t look into the minds of other demons.” In case his master plan was to bring in a level eight or nine demon to rip into her head. It wouldn’t work. Her demon blood would keep any psychic mojo out of her mind.

“I’m not pulling in a demon.”

Seline tried not to let him see her relief. She could probably handle this. She could usually handle just about anything.

Usually.

“I’m not looking for your past,” he told her. “The past is over. It doesn’t matter.”

Bull. The past made the monsters of today and tomorrow.

Sam’s eyes seemed to see too much. “I need to know the future, for both of our sakes.”

Oh, no, no, he’d better not mean?—

Sam pulled away from her. He opened the door. Seline wasn’t sure what she expected, but it sure wasn’t the tall, tattooed guy with the devilish grin.

Not a demon. Then…what?

He wore all black, and the man glided easily into the room. His shaved head inclined toward Sam. There were tribal tattoos sliding over his scalp. He asked, voice rumbling, “Is she the one?”

Crap. The one what?

“Sí, Mateo. I need to find out what will happen with her.”

Sam crossed his arms. The stranger, Mateo, pulled out a knife.

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