was.”
Paige glanced around, afraid yet fascinated at the same time. “What do you mean she added an interesting twist? What did she do to you?”
“She made us sterile, even if we do become mortal. We can’t have children. So the women who choose to stay with us won’t have the whole traditional marriage and babies thing to look forward to. That’s why I said it’s a huge sacrifice.”
There’d been nothing about a demon or their punishment on the message boards.
“No doubt you’ve seen her photo in the lobby. The resort is named after her.”
“The woman dressed like a flapper?” Just inside the front doors was a huge portrait that adorned the center of one wall covered in photos. The woman in it had fascinated Paige, and when she’d asked about her, the bellhop carrying her bags had made an offhand remark that she was a cousin.
“Yes. That’s Lilith.”
“Why did you name the resort after her?”
“She threatened to burn it down if we didn’t.”
“So, she’s not really a cousin then.”
Demetrius shook his head.
“And the surnames you use? What’s up with those?”
He chuckled. “Not very imaginative I suppose, but at the time we thought it was funny. They’re a play on words. Neville for ‘Nephilim’ and Fallon for ‘fallen.’”
It was one thing for people to speculate and pay lip service to the occult, but sitting here with Demetrius, listening to him tell the story, made it real in a way Paige hadn’t expected. She felt sorry for him. She also wanted to help, but had no idea if or how she could. “You said there were twelve originally, but I know of only six who now run the resort.”
Demetrius nodded. “Eight have chosen mortal lives. Zach and Emmett did so a few months ago. The others are dead now, except for Blade and Cristian, but they’re pretty old and no longer have a hand in the day-to-day operations.”
“Are they still here? At the resort?”
“Yes. They live in a suite on this floor in fact, with Joelle. She chose them in 1952.”
“And what about the woman who chose Zach and Emmett?”
Demetrius grinned. “I believe you met her when you checked in.”
Paige put a hand to her mouth. A dark-haired woman had been leaning against the counter chatting with Tiffany, the front desk clerk, when Paige checked in. She’d introduced herself and had apologized for one of the owners not being on hand to greet them. “Abigail Cosslin?”
“One and the same.”
“Do you think she’d talk to me about this?”
Demetrius’s eyes clouded over. “Ah, I wish you wouldn’t say anything, Paige. I’m not sure the others would be happy to know I told you all this. We’ve managed to keep it a secret for a long time. Our staff knows, but they keep quiet.”
“Oh, of course, I’m sorry. I’m just so thrilled. I mean, I’ve believed in these things all my life, but I never thought I’d…you know…speak to one. To an angel.”
He smiled and touched her arm. The spark of electricity warmed her entire body and sent her thoughts racing with decadent images again.
“Can you do everything I can do?” Paige stifled a giggle. Perhaps she should clarify the question.
“Yes, everything. I can eat and drink if I want to, but I don’t need to. And I don’t need to sleep, although I can.”
“What about getting sick, like catching a cold or the flu?”
“I can’t get sick, and I can’t pass on any diseases to a mortal.”
“And what about sex?” She might as well ask that, too.
“Paige, in this form, I’m as human as you are, so yes, I can make love.”
He stared into her eyes with an expression so hot it would melt ice. If he had the power to make her hallucinate his eyes growing large and filling with light, what was he like in bed?
Chapter Three
The air in the room grew hot until it felt like someone had cranked up the furnace as high as it would go, but she didn’t care. She wanted this man, or angel, or whatever he was.
He reached over and
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