Angel Betrayed by Cynthia Eden Read Free Book Online Page B

bullshit. A sob story to get close to me.”
    “No.” She shook her head. “He truly wants me dead. I did kill his friend, but I promise the bastard deserved what he had coming.”
    “Like I deserve death?”
    Rogziel thinks so. “Don’t you?” she threw right back. This was her job. Nothing easy, nothing pretty. Just death. Punishment. Someone had to stop the monsters out there, and she was the perfect aberration to do the job.
    But this is my last assignment. I’m getting out. Going to vanish. Because she couldn’t wash the blood off her hands anymore.
    She’d tried to atone for the sins of the past by killing monsters, but their blood stained as dark as anyone else’s.
    Sam stepped back, dropping his hand. He exhaled on a rough sigh. “Someone sent you to die.”
    Possibly. She held her ground. “You really think you can kill me?”
    That wicked grin flashed again, and her breath caught. “I’m Sammael, sweetheart, I can kill anyone. ” He lifted his hand and stared at his fingers. “I’m the Angel of Death. All it takes is a touch . . .” He glanced her way. “And I can rip your soul right from your body.”
    Angel of Death. The room seemed to dim. Unlike most Other, she knew quite a bit about angels. Not so much Fallen, because who would want to fall from Paradise? Other than my mother. But she knew the angel lore. There were so many angels in heaven, thousands of them flying around.
    There were punishment angels, messenger angels, guardians, and . . . the most powerful, the angels of death.
    An Angel of Death could truly kill with a touch. Just a touch. Rogziel had sent her after Sammael, and he’d neglected to tell her that real vital bit of information.
    She wet her lips. “Wh-why did you fall?” Most people might not actually believe an angel could fall, but she wasn’t like everyone else. Her mother had fallen because she’d been tempted by an incubus. Erina had been weak, and she’d paid for her crime.
    And I’ve been paying, too. Paying her entire life for sins she’d never committed.
    “I got a taste for the killing.” His gaze flashed back to that deceptive blue, and this time, she did feel like the words held the whisper of a lie. “So I started to kill whoever the hell I wanted.” His gaze raked her. “Want to guess who is next on my list?”
    No, she didn’t want to guess at all. Seline swallowed. The odds of her survival were looking real slim. “Can you—can you at least put on clothes before you kill me?”
    He blinked and frowned a bit. “A succubus cares about modesty?”
    Her back teeth clenched. “I told you . . .”
    “Yes, but nearly every word you say is a lie. So why should I believe anything you say?”
    Her bare feet pressed into the hardwood floor. Her dripping blood—maybe his?—had already stained the floor. “Because you need me.”
    He laughed like that line was hilarious. Jerk.
    “You need me,” she snapped out, raising her voice to be heard over his laughter, and then she played her trump card. “If you want to find your brother.”
    That stopped his laughter. “Seline . . .” Her name was a warning. “You don’t want to make me angrier than I am.”
    Oh, was that possible? She hadn’t realized. She almost rolled her eyes. “If you want your brother—” Hell, what had been the guy’s name? Azik? Azra? She couldn’t remember for sure because she’d just heard Alex say it once. Better shorten it to be safe. “If you want to see Az, then you’ll back off.” She flashed him what she knew was her own wicked grin. “Or you’ll never get the vengeance you want.”
    The lines around his eyes tightened, but Sam made no move to touch her. Good. She didn’t trust his touch.
    Seline didn’t lower her guard. She knew better than to relax when a snake was close to striking. “I didn’t come in alone. You were right. Earlier, we were being watched.” The guys in the van were her backup.
    If Sam’s eyes narrowed anymore, she figured that