Page 41 of Angel Of Darkness

“N-nothin’...”

The blade dug deeper. More blood flowed. Nicole’s hand was sweating around the gun. “Weapons like this one…” She lifted her gun. “They aren’t supposed to work against the stronger demons.”

“Nothing made by man.” This came from Connor. His eyes had slipped closed. He’d lost a lot of blood, but she knew he’d gulp more down at the first opportunity. The man loved his blood.

He was right, though. The stories said that no weapons made by man could kill those all-powerful level tens.

If one came after you, then you were pretty much screwed.

But why would a level ten want her?

You’re the key.

To a very broken lock.

“If you can’t help me,” Keenan gritted out, “then you’re no good to me.” Blood poured down the bright edge of the knife.

What was he doing? He shouldn’t kill. He was an?—

“Angel!” Max’s choked gasp froze them all.

Keenan leaned in close. “What about angels?”

“Angel’s...Dust ...”

The knife lifted a bit. The blood still flowed.

“Heard...” Max licked his lips. “Heard talk there was a voodoo priestess in LA—she mixed angel’s feathers with some herbs—m-made the Dust.” He was talking fast now. “It’s poison to demons. Even the badasses. Some think you…you might can use angel blood, too, to make it…but you need a whole fucking lot of it.” A rusty, rough laugh. “Pretty much the whole damn angel. Easier to use feathers.”

“You don’t have any of that Angel’s Dust here?” Keenan wanted to know.

“No.” A rough laugh. “Like I said, either takes feathers or it takes a lot of their blood...to make it. And I ain’t seen no fuckin’ angels to kill.”

The knife trembled over Max’s throat. She knew just how badly Keenan wanted to do some killing of his own.

She hurried to him and brushed her left hand over his arm. “We need to get out of here.”

Keenan nodded and rose, his body stone hard.

Nicole looked at the door. Vamps stood there. Smiling, waiting. They’d have to fight their way out. Pity she wasn’t a very good fighter.

“You shouldn’t turn on your kind,” the blond woman in front of the pack said, her teeth stained red. “Not very loyal.”

Nicole forced a shrug. “Guess I’m just not the loyal type?—”

Fire exploded. A red-hot ball of flames flew right at the woman and the other waiting vamps. They screamed and ran, fighting each other in their fury to escape from the fire.

A fire that had come from nowhere.

No, not nowhere. Keenan’s hand was up and his fingers pointed right at the fire. Wisps of smoke surrounded his hand. The smoke curled over him and seemed to hold him tight.

Because the fire had come from him.

Damn.

Demons could control fire. Apparently, angels could, too.

Nicole managed to shut her mouth. Then she shook her head. “You should have mentioned that little talent sooner.” She could have saved some bullets. Actually, she would save some. Silver would definitely come in handy for her at some point.

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