Page 114 of Angel Of Darkness

Pete shook his head. “Not us. Wasn’t us!”

“Bullshit.” From Sam. “I think you should slice this one for lying. A long slice right down his cheek.”

Bo’s eyes were wild. “Pete, shut the hell up! The vamp bitch deserves to die after what she did!”

“I’m not ready to d-die,” Pete stammered. He was younger than Bo. He didn’t have that hardened, been-to-hell look yet. Pete’s breath whispered out. “The other one—he took her. It was all his idea, using the fire. Coming to that house. He’s the one who knew where you were.”

Sam lunged forward and ripped Bo away from Keenan.

“What are you—” Keenan began.

Sam slammed Bo’s head into the bar. Bo’s eyes rolled back into his head and when Sam lifted his hands, Bo slid to the floor in a heap. “Now we only have to deal with one.”

One who looked very, very scared.

“Who knew?” Keenan asked Pete, struggling for control. Wasting time. He needed to hurry.

“C-Carlos. Big guy, dark hair, said he’d been hunting the v-vamp.”

The thunder of Keenan’s heartbeat filled his ears.

“Heard him tell Big Mike that he’d t-take her to St. Louis Cemetery and leave her. Leave h-her to rot.”

“Ummm.” Sam lifted a brow. “I think that might be all he knows.”

Keenan’s fingers tightened around the bottle.

“Do we let him live?” Sam wondered, eyeing the guy with a hard stare. “Or do we kill him?”

“Please,” Pete begged and his eyes were filling with tears.

Keenan stared at him. “You burned her. Your gang attacked a woman. You burned her.”

“I didn’t throw my bottle! I-I didn’t!”

“But you didn’t stop the others, did you?” Sam leaned in close. “You were right there for the party, and you didn’t help her out.”

Pete started to shake.

“If she’s not in that cemetery, if she’s not still alive in that cemetery…” Keenan ran the glass down Pete’s cheek and let the blood flow. “Then I’ll be back, and you will truly learn to beg.”

Pete’s face couldn’t get whiter. And he was one fast bleeder.

Keenan dropped the bottle.

But Sam caught it before the glass could shatter. Quick as a flash, he turned, and drove that broken bottle into Pete’s shoulder. Pete went down, screaming.

“That will teach you,” Sam said with his eyes slitting. “Next time, don’t just fucking watch while a woman burns.”

Keenan turned away from the screams. He’d taken two steps when the angel scent hit him. His gaze zeroed in on the shadows near the bar’s entrance. No, not near the entrance, blocking the entrance. “Don’t get in my way, Az.”

The shadows shifted. He glimpsed the wings. Az’s stark face. “You’re losing control,” Az warned.

Losing? Try already lost it.

“Soon you’ll be like him.”

Sam laughed behind Keenan. “Wouldn’t that be damn great? Then you’d have two pissed off Fallen on your trail.”

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