Page 58 of Angel Of Darkness

Would she ever let him close again?

Doubtful.

“Eyes up.” And she zipped the jeans he’d bought for her. She’d even put on the new panties. Well, the scrap that was supposed to be panties.

The lady had basically done a full-on strip in the parking lot. The handlebars bent beneath his grip. When the metal groaned, her head snapped toward him. “What are you doing? Did you just break the bike?”

He bounded off the motorcycle and grabbed her arms. “What damn friend?” Keenan bit out because he didn’t have any friends who’d be walking the earth.

“The big guy with eyes the same blue as yours. He had black hair and black clothes to match because he’s all goth.”

“Sam.”

“Yeah, that’s what he called himself..”

He lifted her onto her toes. His gaze bored into hers. “What did he say to you?”

“Ease up on the grip!”

He immediately eased his hold but didn’t let her go. Sam had gone after her. “He could’ve killed you.”

“Why does everyone seem to think I’m so easy to kill? I’m still here, still walking around. I’m not a pushover, dammit.”

“For someone like Sam, you are easy to kill.” But then, most people were—humans and Other.

She shook her head. “That guy was bullshitting. He was a demon who wanted to mess with my head.”

“Sam isn’t a demon.”

Her eyes widened. “Then what is he?”

“He’s like me.”

“Fallen.”

Not a question, but he nodded anyway. “Only Sam has been walking this earth for a whole lot longer than you can ever imagine.” His fingers were stroking her skin. “And he’s stronger, so much stronger, than any level-ten demon living now.”

“And why’s he coming after me?” That was fear making her voice rise and break.

Keenan clenched his teeth. “Because of me.”

Her breath caught. “He said—I thought he was lying but he said you fell?—”

Damn him.

“For me.”

A big rig pulled into the lot with its tires rolling and its brakes groaning. Keenan pushed Nicole back, moving quickly, and in seconds they were up against the side of the building. Not the best place, but at least they had cover in case any trouble came looking for them.

“Is it true?” Nicole wanted to know, her voice dipping to rub right over his skin. “Am I the reason you fell?”

“No.” Not a lie. “I fell because of what I did.”

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. Nicole pulled her hands away. “He seemed so sure it was because of me.”

Keenan had perfect vision—day or night—and he could see the way her gaze flickered away from his as if she were embarrassed.

“But you were my—my guardian,” she said.

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