Page 136 of Never Fall for an Angel

This can’t be happening. Today was such a good day, and now it’s ruined.

He takes another step towards me, and I back up, my back hitting the desk behind me. My hand bumps into something on the surface of the desk, and instinctively, my fingers wrap around it.

The pistol.

Oh, fuck . . .

“I thought this was about revenge?”

“It is. Someone hurt my wife. I intend to stalk every inch of this planet until I find him.”

I shake my head, my mind spiraling out of control. “This is insane.”

His jaw tightens, his eyes boring into mine. He doesn’t see the gun in my hand when I lower it off the desk and hold it behind my back.

Please tell me it wasn’t all a lie . . .

Imagine my surprise at the next words that leave Christian’s lips.

“The man who hurt you murdered my mother fourteen years ago. I won’t lose you, too.”

“How could you do this to me?” I whisper, and his cold, hard stare is unblinking. “Why couldn’t you just let me go.”

“Because the man who hurt you isn’t dead.”

“Who, then?”

He’s never looked deadlier than when the next sentence leaves his mouth.

“My brother. Sebastian Cross.”

I’ve got to get out of here.

“Mila, get the fuck back here!”

I can just make out the roar of Christian’s voice over the wind rushing overhead. I don’t stop, running until my legs feel like they’re going to give out in the mud that’s collected under the grass.

It was all a lie. All of it . . .

“Leave me alone!”

How do I tell him I hate him for how he looks at me? How all I can think about is that dark look in his eyes when he sees me. Darker than anything imaginable, as if he wants to cherish me and degrade me at the same time.

As if I’m something important to him.

I come to a screeching stop right at the edge of the cliff, the jagged rocks below beckoning at me. The pistol in my hand feels impossibly heavy and slippery with the water sluicing down my body.

Tears swim in my vision, hot against the cold of the rain, and I finally turn around to see him standing a few feet back, his eyes flashing with the steady pulse of the lightning in the sky behind me.

“Mila, don’t take another fucking step,” he growls.

I laugh bitterly, the rain soaking through my clothes and freezing against my skin. “It was all a lie, wasn’t it?”

A shot of adrenaline races through me at the look in his eyes. Unhinged, pure animal instinct.

He’s so handsome, it hurts to look at him.

That’s how the devil gets you.

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