Page 65 of Angel Of Darkness

Elijah knew the humans could see right through his mask. They saw the monster inside, and they were mocking him.

He pushed through the crowd at the bar, snarling.

They can see.

His head throbbed, his heart raced, and still that voice in his mind taunted.

He needed the drugs. Needed them to quiet the voice so that he could breathe again—and hunt like he wanted. Hunt and kill without the eyes on him.

See.

He shoved open the door and the hot night air hit him in the face. He sucked in a breath, another, and stumbled away. His body shook and every step was pain.

That voice...so loud now...They see.

He doubled over as the pain sliced right through him.

“Hey, wait...are you okay?” A woman’s voice. High. Worried.

Footsteps raced toward him. He opened his eyes and saw small feet. White sandals. Tan legs.

The owner of those legs asked, “You sick? Want me to call someone for you?”

He glanced up, slowly, and looked straight into her dark eyes.

She can see you. A taunt from the voice that tormented him.

Those eyes of hers widened, and he smiled. Then he lunged for her.

The bitch ran, screaming, as she jumped away from him. But he had his knife out, and he was gonna make sure that she didn’t see him again. That she didn’t see anything.

Then the voice would stop.

Can’t see now.

He grabbed her hair and shoved her down.

“Hey, demon!”

Elijah’s gaze whipped up in time to see a board come swinging at his face. He tried to stumble back, but the wood slammed right into his head.

Then he didn’t see anything at all.

Chapter Nine

Keenan and Nicole made it to New Orleans a few hours after dawn. Nicole hadn’t slept during the drive. She’d been too scared to let down her guard for sleep.

After all, it wasn’t every day that an angel said you were marked for death.

And she’d heard him. His dark, deep voice had filled her ears as he’d asked Keenan to kill her.

Her eyes squeezed shut. If Keenan killed her, he’d rise. Okay, she figured that meant he’d get a free ride back up to the clouds. But what happened to her? After what she’d done over the last few months, there’d be no comfy cloud ride waiting on her.

I don’t want to die.

“I can’t go back to the Quarter,” she told him as she felt her nails bite into her palms. “I can’t go back to my place.” The cops might be watching.

“You don’t have a place there anymore.”

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