Page 29 of Angel Of Darkness

“And fuckin’ with vampires?” Disgust etched deep lines on the demon’s face. “What the hell?” Elijah didn’t much care for vampires.

Who did? And as for angels...

Demons were right to fear them.

Sam took a deep breath and asked, “You’re sure the man with her was an angel?”

Elijah’s head bobbed in a quick nod. “There’s no damn way to kill one of them, you know that!”

“Everything dies,” he snapped, sick of the lies that the Other chose to spread, particularly lies about themselves. Only one being was immortal. As for all the others...we can all die. Some of them just had the unfortunate pleasure of perishing over and over again.

Yes, life could be one fucking blast.

Elijah yanked a hand through his thick hair. “Well, I don’t want to be that everything.”

Too bad. Elijah was already marked for death. Sam had seen the bastard’s end coming for days. Mostly because he’d planned it. Elijah had his uses. The demon was strong, evil, and usually ready to rip and tear. But even a killer had to die some time.

“Describe him to me.” There were hundreds of angels. Thousands. Could be any?—

“Blond, black eyes, with black wings that hung over his shoulders.”

Black wings.

“I didn’t even see the wings at first. They moved behind him, like weird-ass shadows.” A pause. “Just like yours.”

Sam rolled his shoulders and slowly stretched his back as he felt the ghostly flutter of wings that weren’t there anymore, not really.

Elijah hissed out a breath. “Weird-ass...”

The shadow wings were just an illusion. A magic memory. Only seen by demons or angels. Those who had the blood of the celestial beings in them.

Lucifer hadn’t been the only angel to fall. So many others had lost their grace. Or traded it for the chance to be like the humans.

No, the demons who walked the earth now weren’t puppets of the devil. They were descendants of the Fallen. Not as favored as humans, but not as cursed as most of the monsters, no matter what some of the zealots liked to think.

“Did he have any unusual marks?” Sam pressed. Who was he up against? You couldn’t fight a battle without knowing your enemy.

He’d been right. The vamp had been the link. The key. The Fallen had gone after her, just as Sam had suspected he would.

“No,” Elijah said with a shake of his shaggy head. “He was blond, and he had black eyes. He was one of them damn pretty-boy angels but...” The demon’s eyes narrowed. “When I first saw him, I swear I felt a cold wind blow right over me.”

Sam’s breath expelled. Perfect. There were so many angels out there, so many different kinds—some harmless and some very, very dangerous. He didn’t want to waste his time with the harmless variety.

“How did he act with the woman?” A freshly-fallen angel would be confused. Unprepared for the onslaught of emotions—and needs. Lust.

Easy pickings.

Elijah glanced over his shoulder. But, the demon didn’t need to check for a threat behind him. The real menace was right in front of him. Was the fool truly becoming a trusting sort now? Fatal mistake.

“His eyes kept going to her.”

Interesting.

“And he said he was her guardian.”

Sam’s lips quirked at that bit of news. He suspected the individual was far from a benevolent guardian angel. But if that was the spin the Fallen wanted to play, then who was he to bust anyone’s bubble? At least, not yet.

“I’m all about killing a vamp.” Elijah crossed his arms over his bulky chest. “But I ain’t taking on that bastard.”

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