Page 77 of Angel Of Darkness

He sat up and automatically leaned a bit toward the stage. The strip club was his place. Temptation. A fitting name for a fallen angel’s hell.

But her—the new girl he hadn’t tried out—something was very, very off with her.

She began to dance. Her moves weren’t overtly sensual.

She danced slowly, but still the movement of her hips, the careful twist and roll. Oh, yes, sexy.

He realized the catcalls had stopped. No voices shouted and not even any whispers filled the room. Every eye was on her. No one could look away.

Just like I can’t. Trapped.

Power.

He grabbed Ron, the low-level demon he kept in charge. “Who is she?”

Ron blinked. “Ah, she just started, I didn’t?—”

“Name.”

“Seline. Seline O’Shaw.”

His gaze pulled back to her, almost helplessly. And he hadn’t been helpless in a thousand years. “She’s not human.” Absolutely certain. He didn’t feel any glamour around her, but he’d bet a chunk of his power the woman on that stage wasn’t your average Southern girl.

She sure as shit wasn’t a stripper.

Because she wasn’t stripping—not all the way. A teasing dance, yes. But her movements were too deliberate. Every time she revealed something, she concealed it instantly with a toss of her blond hair or a turn of her body.

Demon?

Witch?

He’d find out.

Then she looked at him once more. Her gaze met his, and there was fury in her dark stare.

The music stopped. After one more glance from his dancer, she disappeared behind the black curtain.

He rose, blood heating. Finally, someone worth the effort.

“You’ve got company, boss,” Ron said.

Annoyed, he turned his head and glared at the demon. “Not now.” He pushed ahead. The dancer would be backstage. He’d find her and discover just what she was.

The night had gotten much, much more interesting for him.

But Ron—with his high forehead sweating—stepped in front of him. “He—he said his name’s Keenan. That you’d be looking for him.”

Ah, yes, his other prey. Actually, Keenan was the reason he’d come back to New Orleans. Why keep hunting on the road when he knew Keenan would be coming home?

But... “Let him wait,” he told Ron, and the demon’s already wide eyes seemed to bulge.

The Fallen would have to cool his heels. Sam had other prey to catch.

Besides, the angel might enjoy the view in Temptation.

After the storm, it had taken a while for life to return to normal in her city, but this night, Nicole saw that New Orleans was back. The streets were full, voices filled the air, and the city seemed to pulse with energy.

Her angel took her to the last place she expected. A strip club. The bouncer didn’t even raise a brow when they walked inside, but Nicole’s grasp on Keenan was so fierce she worried she might break his hand. “Why are we here?” She wasn’t a prude, okay, maybe she’d been before her change. When he’d said they were getting ready to fight, she’d expected a visit to a magic shop. Or maybe even a trip to a nearby graveyard to summon a spirit.

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