Page 72 of Angel Of Darkness

Carlos dropped the shovel. “What?”

“He could see me,” Elijah muttered, scratching his eyes. “I knew it—one look...he could see everything. Can’t let them see.”

Fucking lunatic. “There’s no angel.” Mierda. If only there was. In LA, he’d stumbled onto an Other secret. Or rather, a very, very powerful poison.

Angel’s Dust. A potent mix that, when ingested, destroyed demons. It didn’t matter how powerful the demons were. Even level tens would die when the poison worked through them. No cure—just death.

Only one problem. Angel’s Dust had to be made from the ground up feathers of real freaking angels. There were rumors that if you had one hell of a lot of angel blood then you could use that to make the Dust, too. Maybe. No one seemed to know for certain about the blood yet. Could be just BS. Perhaps only the feathers worked. Legend always held that an angel’s power was tied to the being’s wings.

There just weren’t a whole hell of a lot of angels walking around these days. Not like you could easily gain access to feathers or blood.

Those smart bastards knew to stay to the skies.

His claws ripped through his fingertips as Carlos got ready to have his fun.

“Guardian.” Blood leaked from the cuts Elijah had made on his own face. “Said he was the bitch’s guardian.”

What if the demon was telling the truth?

“What did he look like?” Julia asked as she pressed closer. His cousin had always had trouble staying in the background.

At her voice, Elijah stilled. His head turned toward her, slowly, like a snake, and he smiled. “I see you.”

She tossed back her long hair and sauntered to the edge of the hole. Julia wouldn’t be scared of the demon. She’d just been pretending before. Baiting their trap. Carlos had never seen her actually be scared of anything. “I see you, too, asshole,” she said.

Elijah’s smile grew.

“And you think you saw an angel, si?” Her claws were out.

The demon nodded as his gaze bored into her. His hair hung in thick chunks around his face.

“So this angel—he just flew down from heaven?” Julia’s voice taunted him.

Elijah edged closer to the edge of his grave. “Has black wings. Like shadows behind him.”

Carlos tensed. Okay, this he had heard before. When angels fell, they lost their wings.

“Fell. The bastard fell.” Elijah licked his lips. “So he could fuck a vampire.”

Julia laughed. “So angels are that hard up?”

“If an angel was walking around,” Carlos said, his voice cutting over hers, “I think word would’ve spread by now.” But what if? His heart thundered with rising excitement.

Angel blood. If he got hold of angel blood, he’d be able to wipe out the strongest demons who got in his way. He’d be able to use that blood to buy allegiance with any paranormal he wanted. Everyone always wanted to kill demons. He could just provide folks with the means, and in return, he’d get power.

Finally, real power would come back to the coyotes. No more getting screwed over for them. No more.

Elijah didn’t look away from Julia. “Most can’t see him.” He spat out a mouthful of blood. “Can’t see his wings. Only those with demon blood.”

Ah, now that was another story he’d heard. Legend or truth? “Describe him,” Carlos snapped.

“Big, blond bastard, tails her like a-a second skin.”

Carlos remembered the fool who’d interrupted his games. The male had struck out with too much power and killed his men. No, he hadn’t killed them. He’d moved so fast the bullets hadn’t hit him. They’d hit Jo and Ruben instead.

And that man had been defending the vampire. No, surely it wouldn’t be that easy. “He’s fucking her?”

Elijah’s gaze swept down Julia’s body. “Her scent was all over him.”

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