Page 94 of Touched By Sin
Dari clicks her fingers, stealing my attention. It’s difficult to drag my gaze away from Angel’s smooth skin and that tiny triangle of fabric that hides Nirvana. “What did he say?”
“Why don’t you ask the seductress over there.”
Angel glares at Dari. “I’m trying to prevent a war here. You’re not helping.”
“I never thought I’d witness the day an angel from Heaven would use sex to stop a war.”
Alaric and Ronan chuckle. I join in as Angel’s cheeks heat with embarrassment.
“Go on, tell them, baby,” Dari urges, looking amused while our little angel fidgets. When she doesn’t reply, Dari says, “Fine, I’ll tell them. Amenadiel attacked her in her dreams. He even admitted it.”
Waving a hand dismissively, I grab Angel by the hip, then pull her into me and flip her skirt up. “That’s not news.”
Dariana falls silent. She expected me to rage and fly out of my chair, but I’m too distracted by these damp silk panties to point out that we got Angel to admit the truth—well, sort of.
I hook a finger in the fabric, sliding them aside and baring her soft little pussy. Angel looks down at me with her big doe eyes, and I’m struck with the urge to nail Dmitriy to a fucking cross and leave him to die while I show him exactly all the things I want to do tomyangel. I'll gladly come out to play if he wishes to raise the fucking Devil from the flames.
“Daemon, fuck! Can you focus for one second?”
“I’m good at multitasking,” I tell her, teasing Angel’s slit with my finger.
“The fuck you are,” Dariana growls, moving Angel out of the way. Her skirt falls back down—a tragedy of epic proportions.
Bringing my finger to my nose, I breathe in her heavenly scent while keeping my eyes locked on hers.This is what you do to me, Angel. The power you hold.
Smoke fills the air, and Ronan tosses me the cigarette packet across the room. I catch it effortlessly. Let’s face it. If I were human, I would be the best star receiver their world has ever seen. Banging it on my palm, I bite one out and light it up before shaking my palm to extinguish the flame. Jealously swirls in the depths of Angel’s blue eyes. She wishes she knew what her own powers are. I would lie if I said I wasn’t curious, too.
“So, what’s the plan?” Dariana asks while I sweep my gaze down Angel’s long, smooth legs. Her toenails are painted black too, and there’s something so inherently rebellious about it that I want to spank her ass for thinking she’ll ever fit into our world. “We kill him.”
“Just like that?” Dariana sounds incredulous.
I admit that my plan isn’t very well thought out, but we can get to the ins and outs of tearing his head from his bodyafterI make Angel scream my name.
“This is exactly why I was trying to distract him,” Angel argues, waving her hands, “but you had to remind him again of his revenge plans.”
Ignoring her little temper tantrum, Dariana walks up to me and steals the cigarette from my lips with a wink. She takes a drag, squinting at me while holding the smoke in her lungs before blowing it back out. “Your lack of a plan is ridiculous. You can’t just kill a centuries-old Fallen Angel. Besides, do I have to remind you of what’s at stake here? Your father has ruled Hell since the fall.”
Shrugging, I lean back in my seat, picking imaginary lint from my jeans. “Amenadiel isn’t immortal. He can die, and he will. I’ll make sure of it.”
Ronan speaks up, “Until he’s dead, how do we protect our angel in her dreams?”
“We need to enter her dreams, somehow.”
Alaric laughs. “Are you serious right now? We’re not powerful enough to enter someone’s mind.”
“Well, what else do you have in mind?” I counter, annoyed. I fucking hate common sense sometimes, and my friends have a lot of it.
Leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs, Ronan says, “We need to find her a way out of the dream. A way for her to wake up.”
Exhausted, I scrub my palm over my face. Why can’t it just be fucking straightforward? Kill the guy and have it over and done with. Why the stupid treaty? “How do we do that? She needs to realize she’s in a dream first.”
A thick and heavy silence falls on the room. The truth is, we don’t know the answers. We’re backed into a corner. Amenadiel plays dirty by attacking from the shadows, and my father is too blinded by the promise of ultimate power to care about anything else. We’re running out of time.
ChapterTwenty-Eight
AURELIA
I’m exhausted and terrified of sleeping in case Amenadiel decides to visit me again soon. I dread what he’ll do next time.
