Page 103 of Angel Of Darkness

Nicole screamed, and he saw the fire eating at her shirt.

The hunters had been prepared this time.

“Special brew, bitch! Something I picked up from a voodoo shop down here! Something to burn a vamp right to ash!”

Keenan held her tightly and raced forward. He shoved through the fire that circled them. Once they made it past that line of flames, they crashed onto the ground. The fire was on him, eating at his skin, but he barely felt the pain.

Not like when I fell. Nothing would be like that fire.

He rolled Nicole and slapped at the flames on her clothes. She was crying. Thick tears rolled down her cheeks. Angry red blisters were all over her.

But his skin was already healing.

“It’s okay,” he rumbled, the rage making his voice lethal. “I’ve got them.” He’d always known some humans deserved death. Deserved to scream and beg for mercy.

He wouldn’t give mercy this time.

He kissed her cheek. Tasted her tears. The scent of blood and fire filled his nose. “Nicole?” Fear had his gut clenching.

But she nodded. “I-I’m okay.” Bleeding, burning, but alive.

Until the next attack. With Az breathing down her neck, she wouldn’t survive many more hunter attacks. And the bastards were laughing as she bled and ached.

“I’ll kill them for you.” A simple promise. Right, wrong. It didn’t matter anymore. He brushed a shaking fingertip over her cheek. “I’ll kill them.” He was on his feet. He ran toward Mike and the bastards with him.

Mike and his men were already on their motorcycles and revving their engines. Trying to get away.

Mike’s motorcycle flew away in a hail of gravel. Two others followed him.

No, they wouldn’t get away.

Keenan lunged forward and caught one bastard around the neck and yanked him off the bike. Seconds later, the man’s head—minus helmet—slammed into the ground.

Keenan jumped on the bike. He locked his hands around the handlebars and leaned in low as the motorcycle leapt forward. You’re not escaping. He’d hunt the bastards down. He’d take them out.

Nicole would be safe.

The roar of his rage was the only sound he heard.

Death.

“Keenan, no!” Nicole was on her feet, her arm throbbing, her side aching, her clothes—still smoking—and she shouted as loudly as she could.

But Keenan didn’t stop.

She knew he wouldn’t, not until...

I’ll kill them for you.

Was this really what she’d done? Turned an angel into an assassin?

Her breath hissed out at the pain as she hurried to the man on the ground. She needed blood. She’d have to take his. Donating was the least the guy could do for her considering he’d tried to burn her alive.

She dropped to her knees, reached for him, and realized, too late, that he was dead.

His horror-filled eyes stared up at her. His mouth was wide open while his face was frozen in a mask of pain and terror.

Her hands ran over him. No broken neck. No broken bones at all. No wounds, no blood, nothing. But still very, very dead.

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