Page 86 of Angel Of Darkness

Even slipping into the dark.

“Get them out of there!” A voice thundered, and then hands were grabbing at him, her, and yanking them apart. Keenan growled, ready to rip and tear and?—

And he was staring at a firefighter. A young female with red cheeks who glared at him through a clear face mask.

“Get them to the EMTs!” she yelled, and her men pulled them clear of the building and the chaos.

EMTs. He glanced down and saw the blisters on his skin. The fire had tasted him. His gaze darted to Nicole. No sign of any injuries, but she looked even paler than normal.

They loaded Nicole into the back of the ambulance. An EMT shoved an oxygen mask over her face.

Then they turned to him. A heavyset male and a petite brunette cut off Keenan’s shirt, and he saw the brunette wince at his wounds.

He could barely feel them now.

He glanced back at Nicole and saw that her fangs were peeking out. A sure sign of her desperate thirst.

“Oh, my God.” The loud exclamation came from the brunette at his side. His gaze whipped back to her. He found her staring at him, her eyes saucer-like in her elfin face.

The guy stared at him, too, only his face was quickly bleaching of color. “What the hell?”

Keenan felt the tightening of his skin. One quick look down showed him that the wounds were healing. They were shrinking and disappearing right before his eyes—their eyes.

“I don’t need that!” Nicole snapped. “I don’t—Keenan! Oh, crap!” She’d gotten a look at his chest. She lunged up and grabbed his arm. “Let’s go!”

But she needed help. The EMTs could take her to the hospital. Get her some blood.

“Come on.” She jumped from the ambulance.

The little brunette lifted her hand toward him. “What are you?” she whispered.

He shook his head and leapt after Nicole.

“Stop!” A shout from the male. “You can’t leave! We need?—”

But he and Nicole were already running through the night, pushing through the crowd, and Keenan knew he’d made a fatal mistake.

He’d let the humans see what he really was.

By the time they stopped running, Nicole hurt. The thirst shook her body and her teeth burned. Whatever Sam had done to her, it had knocked out her reserve energy and she needed blood. Badly.

“Nicole.”

She spun to face Keenan. They were in an alley. A too-thin slice between buildings that would give them a bit of protection from prying eyes. “Did you know that would happen?”

He blinked at her, looking sexy and strong, and charmingly confused.

Her breath rasped out. “They saw you heal, Keenan.”

His gaze held hers. “I didn’t realize I’d heal that fast. I hadn’t been hurt before.”

He hadn’t been—“What? Run that by me again.” Nice and slow.

His shoulders rolled. “Angels don’t feel pain. Not death angels. We collect souls.”

She knew that bit about soul collection.

“Only the dying can even see us. And if you’re dying, there’s no need to fight back. No need to suffer.”

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