Page 61 of Angel Betrayed

“Won’t stop,” Mateo muttered, his eyes squeezing shut as he rocked back and forth. “Nothing will stop him…will come…her.”

Sam’s gaze locked on Seline. “Interesting.” The word was growled.

Seline swallowed. “Not really. To know that I have a psycho stalker isn’t exactly what I’d term interesting news. Terrifying, maybe. Not interesting.”

“Why her?” Sam demanded and felt a lick of rage spike his blood.

Mateo’s dark eyes opened. “Don’t know why. Only know what will be.”

“Does he get her?” Sam asked, voice flat.

“Yes, I’d like to know that one, too.” Seline brought her hand to her lips and quickly sucked her bleeding index finger.

Lust jolted Sam.

Blood and sex. Usually, the combination only worked for vampires.

Her mouth?—

She lowered her hand. “You said he wouldn’t stop. Does that mean—when you looked in that mirror—did you see him kill me?” Fear had her eyes widening.

Sam knew the witch would give Seline the truth, whether she really wanted to hear it or not.

“I saw you covered in blood,” Mateo told her.

“Maybe it was someone else’s blood.” She sounded flippant, but Sam saw the tremble of her hand. “I can kick ass, too, you know.”

Sam took the knife. “You ready?” She wouldn’t die. If Mateo had actually seen her death, he would have said that. Mateo wasn’t the type to sugarcoat, even for a lady.

Especially for a lady.

She might have been hurt, but in Mateo’s vision, she’d still been breathing.

I’ll make sure she stays alive.

Unlike Seline, Sam didn’t lightly cut his finger. Instead, he sliced his arm, right above the wrist, and the blood splattered onto the mirror.

Mateo took a deep breath. Sam heard him mutter, “I don’t want to see this shit.”

Too late.

Mateo’s body began to spasm. He leaned in close to the glass. Then he screamed.

An instant later, Mateo collapsed on the floor, completely unconscious.

Angels weren’t supposed to lust. They weren’t supposed to covet. They weren’t supposed to want.

They were supposed to guard. To watch. Not interfere.

So many rules.

Tomas had never been particularly good at following the rules.

Guess that’s why I fell. He stretched his shoulders and felt the burn of the scars that would never fade.

Tomas strode out of the cantina. Voices followed him, and laughter drifted in his wake. The night waited, dark and deep, with stars glistening overhead.

He didn’t look to the heavens much these days. What was the point? He knew who looked back, and those guy upstairs sure wouldn’t be granting him any favors anytime soon.

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