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

She felt sure of it.
    Lysia scurried across the flat cool expanse of stone to the door. The big demon looked her way and his eyes widened.
    She smiled and he staggered backwards, his eyes dropping to her body and widening further. Pleased that he was allowing her entrance, she hurried inside and immediately clapped her hands over her ears. The noise she had heard from outside was even louder inside, pounding at an ear-splitting volume. She growled beneath her breath and searched for food.
    And paused.
    The demons in their human forms were not eating the mortals.
    This was not a feast.
    Many of the demons were occupied in dancing with the mortals, grinding against them and almost fornicating in front of everyone.
    She hovered by the entrance, unsure whether to enter or leave. Her stomach gurgled again, making her decision for her. She had to stay. There were colourful glass bottles lining the wall to her right and demons there were serving drinks to people who lined a long black bar. If they had mead and other liquids then perhaps they had food for her.
    She moved deeper into the room and everyone turned to stare at her, their eyes wide. She frowned at them all. Why did they stare? She thought them all strange but she wasn’t being rude by staring at them. If she hadn’t been so hungry, she would have asked them, or forced them to tell her the reason.
    She pushed through a group of male demons, all of which were wearing their human forms, and they turned on her. Their growls died as their eyes fell on her and they parted, staring as she passed.
    Lysia leaned against the tacky black bar top.
    A man walked over to her, tossed a rag over his shoulder, and smiled.
    “What’ll it be?”
    “I require sustenance.”
    He frowned, a puzzled edge to his dark eyes, and shook his head.
    Lysia tried again. “I must eat.”
    He waved his right hand and another man joined him, a blond with pale eyes.
    “Problem?” the blond said.
    “Not getting this one,” the brunet responded.
    The blond raked his eyes over her, his right brow quirking. “Taking things a bit far, aren’t we? You want something?”
    She nodded. “I need sustenance.”
    He looked at his friend and shrugged. “I don’t understand her.”
    What was there to understand? She only wanted food.
    The two men walked away, serving others who seemed to have no problem ordering what they desired and receiving it. She cursed them and everyone who communicated with them with ease. While she could understand many languages, she could write and speak only one. Without being able to speak to the serving staff, she had no chance of getting blood.
    A woman beside her cast a glance her way, looked down at herself, and slipped off her seat and walked away, disappearing into the heavy crowd.
    Lysia sighed, perched herself on the seat, and leaned on the bar with her forehead resting on her arms. She was warmer inside this noisy inn but still hungry, and still tired. She needed to feed. How?
    A male stopped to her left.
    She turned her head towards him and ran her eyes up from the waist of his impeccable crisp black suit to his shoulders and then his face. Vampire. She knew his kind and could see through his façade to the wretched monster beneath. He smiled, his fangs on show to her and his pale blue eyes swirling with ill intentions.
    “Having trouble?” The dark-haired vampire leaned his left elbow on the bar beside her and she sat up.
    She nodded. “I need to order blood.”
    He frowned at her and her heart sank. He didn’t understand her either.
    “What language is that? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with it. Can you mime what you want?” He shifted closer and she focused hard on every word he said, listening closely so she could grasp the words he used and use them too.
    He smiled a little wider, and shifted a little closer. His gaze drifted down to her chest and back up again.
    “Mime?” He made a show of using his hands to make shapes.
    She was about to do as he