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stare at his physique. Either he worked out a lot, or angels were naturally endowed with the body of a god. He was pure perfection as he stood close to her, his broad chest rising and falling, moving the beautifully decorated black breastplate. His stomach was bare, taut muscles delighting her hungry eyes, and the smallest black loincloth in the world protected his modesty.
    Something that she was lacking. She lowered her gaze, taking in the toned length of his legs. They were as powerful as the rest of him. Her eyes roamed back up, over the black cuffs that covered his forearms, decorated in gold with images of lions, and over his biceps to his strong shoulders. From there, they wanted to go to his face, but his wings were too fascinating. They were large, casting a shadow across both him and her, tucked against his back.
    She wanted to walk around him and investigate every delicious inch of him, taking in that he really was an angel and not a man parading as one.
    An angel.
    Abaddon.
    Her mother had taught her gods, goddesses and mythology. She knew all about him and his kind.
    Her eyes finally leapt to his face. He had a smile that could stop hearts and vivid blue eyes with icy flecks in them. They held her gaze, unwavering and strong, and her temperature rose when they narrowed slightly and his pupils widened. What was he thinking in there?
    Did he like what he saw as much as she did?
    The man was a god.
    No, an angel.
    And he was beautiful.
    Breathtaking.
    But he wasn’t at all as she had thought an angel would look. Everything about him spoke of darkness, right down to his aura. Whatever power he had, it was strong and it wasn’t the sort that resurrected mortals or healed them. It felt as though the opposite would happen if he unleashed it.
    Abaddon. The angel of death. Although he had denied that title. What title did he claim as his then?
    “So, Abaddon—”
    “Apollyon,” he interjected with a charming smile that teased his sensual lips and made her heart beat a little faster.
    He was an angel. No matter how good he looked and how much he was making her forget her pain just by looking at him, she couldn’t think about him like that. It was wrong of her. He had offered his assistance in getting revenge on her bastard ex and she was going to take it. Whatever dark power this gorgeous man had, she was going to let it rip in her ex’s direction.
    “Apollyon?” She stopped her gaze from dropping down to take him in again. If she told him to put on something a little less distracting, would he be able to do it? She had seen through whatever spell he had used. Could he ever fool her eyes?
    “I prefer my true name.” He cast a quick glance over her. His eyes lingered in all the places a mortal man’s would.
    Surely, she was off limits too? Angels were asexual weren’t they?
    The voice at the back of her mind said that the tall hunk of handsome standing in front of her definitely didn’t look asexual. He looked like sin incarnate, not like an angel at all.
    “Serenity.” She offered her hand to him.
    He took it and a jolt ran through her at the feel of his strong warm hand grasping hers. She shook his hand but he didn’t let go when she was done. He held it, his thumb resting lightly against hers.
    “My mother thought I could bring peace to a chaotic world.” Her heart sped when his thumb grazed hers and then he took his hand back, his fingers brushing her palm and sending another shiver through her. “I’m not much good at it.”
    “At what?” He quirked a dark eyebrow and tilted his head to one side.
    Serenity sighed inside. Did he know how good he looked? Could angels be conceited? She supposed they were all beautiful so he probably didn’t realise that the reason all the women were staring as they passed wasn’t because they thought he was apprehending her or anything of the sort.
    They were staring for the same reason she was.
    The man was six feet plus of godliness.
    “Being peaceful... I’m