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Haven winced. “Whoa. His aurora just got…weird.”

Mischa stopped signing with Lane long enough to ask, “Define weird.”

Her nose scrunched up. “Like dark and twisty, then kind of revenge-y.”

Riddick cracked his knuckles. “Well, that’s all I need to hear. Torture it is.”

Harper put a hand on her husband’s chest when he made a move toward Lucien. “Wait a minute. Revenge-y doesn’t mean revenge-y against Lane. They don’t even know each other. That wouldn’t make sense.”

Gabriel sucked in air through his teeth. “Fuck. I think I know why he’s here.”

When he didn’t say anything, Mischa snapped, “Are you going to tell us, or make us play twenty questions?”

He visibly swallowed hard before saying, “When Lucien left here all those years ago, he was looking for a Nephilim—the offspring of a human and an angel. They’re forbidden because—”

Harper made a speed it up motion with her hands. “Yes, yes, dangerous abominations. We’ve all seen Supernatural. We know what Nephilim are. We all know angels are supposed to kill them. Speed it up.”

Seven looked pleased. “I’ve seen that show! I understood that reference!”

Harper offered her a knowing smile. “Dean Winchester, am I right?”

Gabriel ignored them both. “Well…I think he’s here because he found his Nephilim.”

And that’s when all eyes turned to Lane.

Then they all looked back at him, their expressions going colder and darker than he ever could’ve imagined.

Well, this is it, Lucien thought. This is how my millennia-long life is going to end. Slaughtered by an angry mob of dhamypres, demons, and vampires, while the Nephilim I’m supposed to destroy looks on.

Just fucking fantastic.

CHAPTER 6

Lane wasn’t entirely sure what she’d expected to see when her stalker finally made his move, but it wasn’t…him.

First of all, why would an angel (and she never would’ve guessed in a million years it was an angel following her) think she was a Nephilim? She had some powers, sure, but she was just a girl who’d been dumped at an orphanage in China when she was three days old. Why would anyone assume she was God’s enemy number one?

And second of all…damn. He was stunning.

When she’d read about angels, they were often portrayed as cherubic. Non-threatening. But this angel was anything but cherubic and non-threatening. He looked exactly like what he was: one of Heaven’s most dangerous warriors.

The angel was at least a foot taller than her, and probably outweighed her by a hundred pounds of pure, solid, lean muscle. The way he filled out a plain black T-shirt and beat-up jeans was practically pornographic.

And his face…phew.

Now Lane knew what people meant when they said someone was so handsome, they had the face of an angel, because this angel’s face was breathtaking.

The sharp cheekbones, the raven-winged brows, the square jaw covered in a light dusting of scruff, the bluer-than-blue eyes…it had all been designed with a purpose in mind.

Luring prey.

He was a hunter, and apparently, she was the prey.

Haven caught her eye and signed to her, His name is Lucien. He’s the angel who helped save Addy and Gabriel from the hell dimension.

A chill skated down her spine as she shifted her gaze back to Lucien and found him staring back at her with an intensity that was…startling. She wasn’t sure if he wanted to kiss her, kill her, or fuck her.

And the truly scary part? She didn’t think he knew, either.

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