Page 57 of Angel Of Darkness

Sam stepped deeper into the shadows near the police station. Rather impressive. Nicole St. James had managed to save herself. No fallen angel needed.

His lips curved.

If she hadn’t saved herself, Keenan would have rushed inside to find a dead vamp. What would the Fallen have done then? Would his rage have broken through?

Now that would have been a sight to behold.

But a time for rage would come, soon enough.

Because Keenan could run with his little vampire, but he wouldn’t be able to hide her. Not for long. You couldn’t hide from fate, and Nicole’s fate had been decided long ago.

Death.

Even a fallen angel wouldn’t be able to save her.

Chapter Eight

Nicole’s arms wrapped tightly around him, her breasts crushed against his back, and her scent surrounded him.

Safe.

He’d figured out Sam’s riddle too late. He’d gone rushing to the police station, and then she’d come rushing to him. Wearing, of all things, a cop’s uniform. Not that she didn’t make that uniform look good, but he wanted to hear the story behind that outfit.

Keenan kept driving until the lights of the city were a distant memory. The truck stop he pulled into was more a bar than anything else. Run-down, with loud country music blasting into the night, the stop didn’t look particularly inviting. The motorcycle was sputtering, though, and he knew the stop was as far as they’d get.

Until he got them other transportation.

Keenan killed the engine for a moment and listened to the someone-done-me-wrong lyrics that drifted in the air.

Nicole didn’t ease her grip even though they weren’t moving anymore. He rather liked that.

“I can’t go in,” she whispered, and the words feathered against his ear. His cock jerked at her voice. Sexy, husky. His whole body tensed.

Why did he react this way to her? Only her?

Temptation. Everyone had a dark challenge to face.

He turned to look at her.

She swiped her tongue over her lips. “We’re trying to fade into the background, right? No one in that joint will forget a female cop.”

He bent, pulled out the clothes he’d purchased earlier, and pushed them into her hands.

“What’s—where did you get these?”

He shrugged. “I got them while I was out today.”

Her chin notched up. “Oh, that’s right. You would’ve had plenty of time to shop while I was getting threatened by your friend, tased, and thrown into a cage.” She jumped off the motorcycle and hugged the clothes to her chest. “So don’t even think this makes us close to even again, got me?”

He stilled, his attention caught by her words. “What friend.” Not a question.

She glanced to the left. The right. The lot was dark, and he’d made sure to park in the deepest shadows. She jerked off her shirt and gave him a fast glimpse of her breasts. Her sexy bra cupped them nicely. Oh, how he’d like another taste?—

Then she yanked on the new shirt, a tight T-shirt that clung just right to her curves.

“Nicole.” His voice was a rumble and his eyes were straining to see her breasts. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Tell me what friend you’re talking about”

She ditched her pants. Her legs really were perfect. Long, sleek. He’d been so close to learning every detail of her body—inside and out.

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