Her Wicked Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 6) Read Free Page A

lack complete armour? Apollyon has all his armour. Why do you only have your hip pieces and armoured boots… are you incomplete?”
    She could see his armour and his wings? His glamour wasn’t working. Had he done it wrong after all?
    Asmodeus cursed and swiftly glanced around him at the other mortals.
    None of the ones milling around the park were screaming or praying for salvation, so he must have done it right.
    “Glamours don’t work on me,” she said, as if she had read his mind and knew his thoughts.
    Was he that transparent? He didn’t like that she could see straight through him. He rose to his full height and glared down at her.
    It didn’t fluster her in the slightest. She flicked her hand upwards with only her right index finger extended. It pointed at the sky. “Factoid. I’m a witch.”
    Another first for him. He had never met a witch before.
    Liora moved closer and looked him over again. “I’ve never seen cloning on this level. Normally something goes wrong. Did the Devil really create you from Apollyon’s blood?”
    She paused for air, frowned and canted her head the other way, her gaze rising to lock with his.
    “Are you as powerful as Apollyon… or less powerful?”
    “More powerful,” Asmodeus barked and scowled at her. He was beginning to hate how she not only kept comparing him to Apollyon, but how she was making him feel inferior and broken, a mere shadow of a male.
    False and unreal.
    Not an individual.
    He wanted to leave now.
    He growled under his breath, his fangs itching to descend, and turned away from her, casting his hand out at the same time and calling a portal. The black swirling maelstrom formed before him. He’d had enough of this world. It did not live up to his expectations at all. It was noisy, bright, irritating and rude, and he didn’t like how uncertain and off-balance he felt. No one respected him here.
    They could all go to Hell.
    Asmodeus grinned. Perhaps he could make this place Hell and teach them all a lesson they would never forget, because it would be the last thing they knew before they died. His claws sharpened. That sounded good.
    “Wait!” Liora grabbed his left arm and tugged it backwards, her warm hands clasping it tightly. “Don’t go… please… I didn’t mean to sound pushy or upset you.”
    “I am not upset,” he said gruffly and yanked his arm free.
    He glanced over his shoulder at her. A mistake. She was so close to him, and so beautiful as she looked up at him with a strange mixture of fear and hope in her entrancing eyes. He should leave. He would if he could bring himself to move. He felt as though she had cast a spell on him and he was powerless to resist her. His fury melted away again, leaving him calm and docile, confused as to why he had been angry to begin with. His claws shrank back and his fangs ascended.
    She wanted him to wait, and so he waited.
    “I’ve been rude,” she whispered and then tipped her chin up and a spark of confidence broke through the fear and hope in her eyes. “I’m sorry. It’s a flaw. My mouth just starts running and I can’t stop it. I’ll tamp it down and think before I speak if you stay. It’s just excitement.”
    “Excitement?” That had him turning to face her. What was she excited about?
    His mind supplied that he was the reason for her excitement. A stupid idea. No one had ever been excited to meet him. Scared. Terrified. Having a near-death experience. Or possibly a pre-death experience since he was normally there to kill them. Not excited though.
    He had caught the way she had glanced at his extended claws and the fear that had followed her seeing them. There was no possible way she could be excited by his presence.
    Liora nodded again. “I was excited to meet you.”
    That was a definite first, and it only made him feel more out of place and confused by this world and this slight willowy female before him. “Most people are afraid to meet me.”
    She shrugged her slender shoulders.