Page 107 of Angel Of Darkness

The urge to fuck could blind even the smartest hunters.

Sam’s gaze tracked over the dead man. No wound that he could see. Not on the outside, anyway. But if Big Mike had died the way Sam suspected, the marks would be on the inside.

Smiling, Sam rose. So the Fallen had come into more of his old powers. Good. Keenan would probably be afraid now. Worried that he’d kill every person he touched.

Sam sauntered back to his truck.

Keenan should be afraid. Very afraid.

That was why Keenan would be so glad to see him. Ah, yes, the Fallen was just where Sam wanted him to be.

My game, my rules.

“Nicole!” Keenan yelled her name as he jumped from the motorcycle. Smoke rose, curling in the air above the dying fire. Blood stained the ground, but Nicole wasn’t there.

“Nicole!” His voice thundered out as he ran up the porch steps. Maybe she was inside. Maybe Mike had just been messing with his head.

Yes, she was inside. Probably cleaning her wounds or getting ready to rip into him for leaving her behind. She was inside. She had to be.

Two minutes later, he realized she was gone. All that remained was an empty house and a blood trail that led to the woods.

He stared at those woods. Had she gone chasing someone? He sucked in a breath and ran into the brush as he tried to follow the light spray of blood that he saw on the ground. He shouted her name as he ran, afraid that he’d be too late.

Stay away from her, Az.

He hadn’t fallen just to lose her.

The woods cleared up ahead. An old, red dirt road cut through the trees. Fresh tire tracks had marked the dirt.

The blood trail disappeared.

Gone.

No, not gone. Taken.

And he’d killed the one man who could lead him to her. Mike had told him...He’ll kill her.

Who the hell was “he”?

Nicole was strong. She wouldn’t be easy prey. But she’d been bleeding and covered in blisters and burns. His head tilted back as he glared up at the blue sky. The sunlight would work against her.

If she could just survive until night. Until he found her.

Stay alive.

Because if she died, there would be hell to pay.

He whirled and began running back to the house. Mike might be dead, but two of those bastards in his gang had survived. Keenan would find them and they would talk—or they’d die, too.

His legs pumped as he ran faster, and the trees passed him in a blur.

Is she hurting?

He burst out of the woods—and found Sam lounging against the side of a shiny black pickup truck.

Sam lifted a brow when he saw Keenan. “Everything okay?”

He didn’t hesitate. He ran right for Sam. The death touch never worked on anyone with pure angel blood. So when he drove his fist into Sam’s stomach, he didn’t worry about killing the bastard. It would take a lot more than a punch to kill Sam, but the jerk could be killed.

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