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

“I’m not most people. I’ve wanted to meet angels all of my life and I’ve studied them all I could, and then Serenity fell in love with Apollyon and I met one, but… and don’t tell her this… he seems very stuffy.”
    Asmodeus smiled. He couldn’t help it. The sight of it seemed to bring out her smile too. It was dazzling this time, as if she had found someone she could swap notes about Apollyon’s faults with and was over the moon.
    “So, when I heard about you, I really wanted to meet you… because I figured essentially you should be the opposite of Apollyon.”
    Asmodeus cocked an eyebrow. “Evil?”
    She had wanted to meet him?
    She laughed, the sound sending a pleasant shiver through his body. “No. Fun.”
    Fun? He really didn’t think she would see him as that if she knew the things he had done that he had considered fun. The thought of massacring these irritating mortals swarming around him was fun. Watching a demon’s head melt off in one of the lakes of lava while he held him fast, forcing him deeper into the fiery magma, was fun.
    He had seen what mortals considered fun in the pool in Hell. Riding bicycles. Ponies. Playing various dull sports that didn’t involve severed demon heads and spears. The closest thing that mortals considered fun that he had also found interesting was hunting animals, and even that had seemed tame and dull once he had realised it involved distance weapons, not hand-to-hand combat with feral creatures capable of maiming or even killing the hunter.
    Everything mortals did seemed sanitised and harmless, designed to thrill without any real risk to the participants.
    No, he did not think Liora and he were on the same page, or even in the same book, when it came to what was fun.
    “Will you stay a moment, Asmodeus?”
    He huffed. “Why?”
    “Because I would like to know more about you.”
    He tipped his head back and frowned at the blue sky. Pale clouds spotted it now, adding interest. If he lingered, the Devil would want to know why. He would grow suspicious.
    Asmodeus found he didn’t care. The Devil couldn’t leave Hell. He could only send his minions to find him, and they were no match for him. Besides, they were all busy clearing up the pests and bringing him other females. Perhaps those females would keep the Devil occupied while he entertained Liora long enough to understand why the Devil wanted her in particular.
    “What would you like to know?” he said and slowly lowered his head, bringing his eyes down to meet hers.
    She was far shorter than he was. As petite as her cousin, but as different as he was from Apollyon. He had seen Serenity in the pool, had watched her with Apollyon, trying to understand the complexities of relationships and what had attracted Apollyon to the female in the first place. Serenity was annoyingly good, sickly sweet, and came across as weak and in need of protection despite the immense power she could command if she put her mind to it.
    Liora was nothing like her. In a handful of minutes, she had proven herself a little bit wicked, daring, confident, and a woman who knew she could handle herself. She didn’t need a male to protect her.
    Strange how that made Asmodeus want to do just that.
    Liora nibbled her lower lip and then cast another glance over him. Her pupils expanded to swallow some of the colour in her irises and her teeth sank deeper into her lip, tugging on it.
    What did she think to make her appearance change so dramatically?
    He was not used to mortal behaviour or reactions, other than overwhelming fear. Their pupils expanded then, but he knew without a doubt it was not fear that caused hers to dilate.
    “Why are pieces of your armour missing?” Her gaze darted up to his and then away, and he had the sense that she feared offending him again.
    He much preferred her choice of wording this time.
    He looked himself over, able to see beyond his own glamour to the gold-edged worn strips of metal that covered his black