Her Accidental Angel Read Free

his chest and she stood stiffly in his embrace. Everything seemed unreal—the nightmare, her new body, the gorgeous Angel who’s hard arms surrounded her.
          Maybe it was all a dream.
          His wings beat the air and they rose effortlessly. Kari couldn’t help but squeal and clutch his arms in panic. The cool evening air, the pull of his wings through the air—it was real.
          “Relax, little one. I will not drop you.” He crooned into her ear. “Where to?”
          I really should tell him to quit with the little one stuff.  But it sounded so nice in his accent.
          She pointed toward the Community Church and wondered what time it was.
          Perhaps the meeting hadn’t even started and Rahmiel could catch the demon. But she recognized the cars parked outside on the street.
          When they walked down the steps toward the lower level meeting room, Kari had an ominous feeling. It was too quiet. There was always chatter or a guest speaker on a microphone. She swallowed hard, her throat tight with apprehension.
          They entered the room, Rahmiel first, his sword in hand, glowing with icy light.
          “Stay back,” he said in a low voice. His arm came out, preventing her from entering the room, and he backed her toward the stairs. He turned to her, expression grave.
          “We’re too late.”
          She pushed past him in a panic. Her friends, members of the Dieter’s Delight Club, lay scattered on the floor, tiny and skeletal, their hollow faces stretched into grimaces of horror and pain. Kari recognized Mary Lou’s black velvet tunic. She had just lost fifty pounds, but needed to lose a hundred more. And Lisbet—only thirty pounds from her goal—her engagement ring had slipped off her skeletal finger. But the two carat square       cut diamond resting nearby could only be Lisbet’s. Her pretty face was unrecognizable, with her skin stretched over bone and pulled into a grimace of pain and fear.
          Kari heard a wailing sound and realized it came from her.
          Rahmiel circled the room and then put his sword away. “He is not here.” Then he engulfed her in his arms and there was a rush of bright light and a queasy sensation of swift movement.
       
      Chapter Two

       

       Rahmiel held the crying girl on his lap and made crooning sounds of comfort, while he patted her back and hair.
          The deaths were sad, but he was used to death. Causing death, avenging death, investigating death was what Guardian Angels did. Well, former Guardian Angel.
          There was no use trying to find Kaphawn tonight. They had no way to track him, and using the girl as bait would have to come at a later time. She was distraught.
          Kaphawn had probably already found a hiding place before daylight, using the memories of one of the women he’d killed.
          And Rahmiel had plans for the girl.
          It had been so long since he had held a woman in his arms. Even longer since he’d held a human woman. He’d spent eight thousand years encased in ice, without personal contact with anyone, as punishment for killing another Guardian. Eight thousand years alone in an ice wasteland, allowed no contact with Angeli or humans.
          The Angeli had been merciful, though. He had to give them that. They had given him the ability to watch the Earth, to hear those he focused on. He didn’t sleep, he didn’t move. He was part of the ice world. There was nothing to do in the ice except watch and listen. Year after year he watched the Earth move from day to night and he would watch people wake, work, live and die. At first he sought out family, friends, old lovers. But as time went by the Angeli departed from the Earth and he watched human women and men. He envied them the warmth of the sun, a breeze lifting hair off hot shoulders, a cool drink of water, the taste of a well cooked leg of lamb, birds calling at sundown.
          Humans were