he had in the car. And in one hand, he held a bloody mass from which a puddle of crimson rapidly formed around his boots.
“Mercy.” Cassandra’s knees wobbled. She was on the verge of hypothermia, too out of sorts, and she’d just watched an angel rip out a vampire’s heart.
“Too bad there aren’t any witches in the area,” the warrior angel commented to the blubbering vamp. “I know they have a use for vampire hearts. Keeps them immortal.”
The angel tossed the heart behind him, then made a gesture with his fingers that sent the vampire, seemingly weightless as a pillow, onto the garbage bin atop the other attacker.
He bent and plunged his bloody hand into the snow to clean it off, and Cassandra noticed the flesh on his back was seamless. No sign wings had been there. It was broad and burnished from the sun and it would probably warm her if she clung to him….
Just need heat.
“Shall we?” Sam offered an arm, glistening with fresh-fallen snow and vampire blood. “I don’t think these two are the sort you should be spending your time with, honey.”
“D-don’t honey me.”
“It is a mortal endearment. You prefer sweetie? Perhaps mein little cupcake?”
“Please, spare me your pitiful attempts at charm.” Cassandra stumbled past him, but turned and grabbed the Taser from his back pocket. “Give me that. It’s mine.”
The angel slapped a hand to her wrist, easily winning the weapon from her frozen grasp. He tilted the stubby barrel against his shoulder and eyed her calmly. “Take it from me, and it’s yours. Cupcake.”
Like that was possible.
And what was with the endearments? If he thought to win her over, the guy needed to take off and never return.
Cassandra turned and marched away from the one man on earth she knew wanted to do her harm. And it wouldn’t be by chance, like the two idiots piled on top of each other at the end of the alley.
Sam hooked an arm in hers and walked her swiftly down the snowy street. Cassandra struggled to keep up. All parts of her felt heavy and burned, but the sight of the mangled car made her pause. Cut open and the steel carapace peeled back, it looked as if someone had taken a giant can opener to it. “You think that looks bad, you weren’t the one trying to get it off your wings,” the angel said. “Clever trick, though.”
“The T-Taser is mine.”
“I’ll keep a hand on it for a bit.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“To your home. You need to get supplies.”
“F-for what?”
“In case you hadn’t noticed, Cassandra, vampires are after you.”
“As well as a Fallen angel!”
“I’m not after you. I’ve already found you, dear one. The vampires, on the other hand, are on the hunt for muses. I’m sure you’ve plenty more weapons at your home, and probably some nasty angel spells, too, eh?”
“Spells that’ll repel you from me. If you think we’re going t-to g-get busy—”
“I’ve already explained I’ve no intent to harm you. Convincing you will have to wait. You’re shivering madly. Your skin is colder than mine. Frostbite is a real danger. I won’t have that.”
“You’d pass up a ch-chance to nab some nasty vamps to get me warm?”
His eyes grabbed her the moment they connected. Cassandra could not resist the warmth in them, the utter dazzle of colors. Did he possess some kind of mind control? Some means to see into her thoughts? Transfixed, she swallowed.
“I would do anything you ask, Cassandra.”
“Anything? Then let go of me. I can walk myself.”
“You can barely stand.” He lifted her into his arms, and the thought to struggle did not come to her fuzzy mind. “I can find your home.”
“Can you read my thoughts?”
“Now that I’ve you in my arms, I can read your heat trail.”
That sounded nifty, but she didn’t say so as he marched her south. She allowed him to do so because she wasn’t thinking straight and she needed to conserve her energy so she could think once she got home.
“So … you’re S-Sam?” My Sam, she thought. Then she mentally kicked herself. Hard.
“You know much. I had expected you would initially be quite surprised by me.”
“My Granny Stevens taught me everything she knew about angels and demons and me being a muse,” she said.
They turned west. Her apartment was just up the street. She was not leading him, but her shivering limbs homed on it like a beacon and he probably sensed that.
“You know angel names?”
Time to shut up. If he wasn’t going to tell her his name again, it didn’t matter to her. As soon as she got home, she’d perform an angel repulsion spell and kick his ass back to the Ninth Void.
After she warmed up. Would she ever warm? Her blood had stopped moving, she felt sure. And her skin burned with frostbite.
“Samandiriel is my name,” he finally confirmed. “And please, release your worries regarding our connection. I Fell with a greater purpose than merely tupping mortal females.”
“Right. You’re holier than holy then? Tell me another one.”
“Have I tried to attempt you yet?”
“No, but you are taking me home. What are you going to do with me once we get there?”
“That’s up to you, Cassandra. It’s all up to you now.”
Sounded ominous, and like a cop-out. She couldn’t control anything but keeping her own ass safe. She’d done it for twenty-seven years. She had sacrificed a lot over the years. Intimate relationships, for one thing. It was always difficult explaining why she spent all her time studying angels and martial arts to a boyfriend who preferred her to focus on him.
For the same reasons, good friends also fell by the wayside.
But that sacrifice meant she was now prepared for the worst—doom. And doom had just come knocking.
Though she hadn’t been prepared for Sam’s conflicting behavior. He didn’t want to have sex with her? She’d been taught that was the Fallen’s principal purpose for walking earth.
Coco should leave for Berlin tomorrow with a pregnant muse in tow. Ophelia O’Malley hadn’t been so lucky avoiding her Fallen. Cassandra wasn’t sure what they could do for her, since she was but days from delivery.
Now that Sam had landed
