Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7) Read Free

itched, one baying for booze and the other for blood. He ignored both of them and slid off the dais, landing on his feet. He looked down at his violet-edged black greaves that protected his shins and his black leather boots. The crystal beneath them shimmered, light pulsing outwards from his feet.
    His head swam and sent the room spinning.
    Nevar leaned back against the crystal bench for support.
    He didn’t need to drink, but he did need to eat. If he didn’t eat soon, he would pass out, and what use would he be as a guard then?
    He needed to get out of this place and get out of Hell, away from the Devil who had made it his pet project to drive Nevar insane over the past month by taunting him in his head.
    Away from his bastard master Asmodeus.
    He needed some freedom and air.
    He needed to fly.
    He needed a break.
    Just a small one.
    Maybe it would make Asmodeus sit up and take his duty more seriously too. The Devil had banned Asmodeus from leaving Hell without his permission, and that meant the angel would have to ask his master for said permission in order to come after Nevar and would have to explain what had happened. The Devil would probably punish Asmodeus.
    Asmodeus would definitely punish Nevar, but it would be worth it.
    No punishment Asmodeus or the Devil could inflict would be worse than what he was already suffering.
    He was starving, parched for blood, and unable to shake the quiet craving for a fix of Euphoria that had been riding him for what felt like forever. It drove him mad and he feared he would snap if he stayed down here alone much longer, and would end up in the mortal world hunting down a demon bitch.
    He would deny both hungers, was strong enough right now, but he couldn’t deny the hungers for a drink and some food.
    He strode to the door of the crystal chamber, cast one look back into it, and then pulled the door closed, shutting out the light.
    He threw his free hand out in front of him, calling a portal. Black smoke curled out of the air and swirled like a maelstrom, growing denser as the portal enlarged to match his six-foot frame and widened enough to allow him through.
    He released the door and focused on himself, using a fraction of his power to first reinstate his back and chest plate of his armour, and then cast a glamour that would change his appearance to mortal eyes. He dressed himself in black jeans, a charcoal t-shirt, and army boots, and masked the obsidian skin that reached past his elbows and the black claws that tipped his fingers.
    He ran those fingers through the messy jagged strands of his silver-white hair, preening it back to ensure it concealed his small horns from immortal eyes. He hated it when people at Cloud Nine stared at them and whispered about him behind his back, and more often than not it was the horns that got them talking. The last thing he needed tonight was someone pushing his buttons when his fuse was shorter than usual because of the overwhelming combination of hunger for booze, blood, Euphoria and food.
    He had the angel equivalent of low blood sugar right now and was liable to rip the head off anyone who merely looked at him funnily.
    Nevar stepped into the portal and out into the wide alley in London.
    The neon sign above the burly skinhead bouncer shone down on him like a light from Heaven.
    Cloud Nine.
    One drink, some food, and then he would head straight back down to Hell. Cross his heart. The chamber wouldn’t miss him. His master definitely wouldn’t.
    Nevar grinned, flashing his short fangs.
    Let the good times roll.

CHAPTER 2
    I t was cold. Dark. She ached, a thousand lacerations and bruises burning on her tired limbs, the result of the battle she had survived.
    Noise blurred around her, loud and piercing, a din of unfamiliar sounds.
    It drove her to move.
    She was vulnerable here, out in the open. Exposed.
    Her stomach growled.
    Lysia shoved her bloodstained hands against the green earth and pushed herself up into a sitting position. Verdant