Earth Angel (Falling Angels Saga) by E. Van Lowe Read Free Book Online Page B

women. From the look of him, he also thought he was charming and irresistible. He wasn’t. Angel or not, he wasn’t.
    “Mortals,” he snorted in his infernal accent.
    My head whipped around like that girl in The Exorcist . “What’s that supposed to mean?” I demanded, my nostrils flaring.
    “Mortals can be quite emotional,” he replied without backing down. “Sorry if I offended ya,” he said with fake remorse. His eyes softened. It was a trick. I didn’t fall for it.
    “Harrison needs to stay around a little while longer, Megan. He is trained to track demons,” Guy said seriously. “This one needs to be captured.”
    “Destroyed, is more like it,” Harrison rasped. He seemed to enjoy his work.
    I nodded, and my skin began to feel cold and clammy. It was finally sinking in how lucky I was that the demon hadn’t already attacked. I thought of Erin. When she was in my garden the demon could have attacked her as well—if indeed it was Erin that had been in my garden.
    “No worries. I won’t be poppin’ up on ya or anythin’. Since the Ibwa is a lesser demon, if he’s hidin’ somewhere nearby when I’m around, I’ll command him to come out. A lesser demon must answer to those who are more powerful. Once I call him out, I will destroy him, and he won’t be botherin’ ya anymore.”
    I looked at Guy. For the first time I allowed the seriousness of what I’d heard to wash over me. “This sounds dangerous.”
    “It is,” he said somberly. He reached into my lap, found my hand and squeezed it. His touch was comforting.
    I was trying not to freak out. My research had told me there were over two hundred different demons, from lesser demons with no real supernatural powers, to higher demons who were almost as powerful as Satan himself. The Ibwa was a lesser demon. I tried convincing myself this was good news.
    “Why do you think a demon would be stalkin’ ya?” Harrison asked, his gaze stabbing into me.
    “How would I know? Maybe Satan sent him. I did jilt him, you know.”Just then I was starting to get an antsy feeling.
    He considered my response. “No, I don’t think so. I get the sense he’s searchin’ for something. Any idea what that might be?”
    The Mustang pulled up to the curb in front of my house. I flung the door open and jumped out, avoiding Harrison’s gaze. I needed to get away from them as quickly as possible. I had an idea of what the Ibwa might be looking for, and I wasn’t ready to share.
    “Wait!” Guy called as I started up the walk. He got out and came around to the passenger side. “Let me walk you to your door.”
    “Okay,” I replied, a clipped response. Normally the idea of a boy walking me to my door would have been très romantic. But not today. We started walking. I kept my eyes straight ahead.
    “Megan, he—”
    “I don’t like him!” I blurted.
    “I think you made that abundantly clear,” Guy responded. He had the cutest smile playing on his lips. It was hard to be mad with him smiling that way.
    “I mean… he doesn’t act like an angel. He’s so full of himself.”
    “He’s good at what he does, Megan.”
    “Why did you ask him  to watch over me?”I was still quite emotional.
    “After what you went through with Satan, I just wanted to make sure you weren’t a target for other demons.”
    I breathed. “I didn’t mean to jump all over you,” I said softening.“This whole thing caught me off guard.”I returned his smile with a weak one of my own.
    We stopped walking. He gazed at me, his eyes smoldering. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”
    “Nothing’s going to happen to me.”
    I started walking again. He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, facing him. “You don’t know that!” he replied. His words were anguished.
    He continued peering at me, his eyes slowly softening, and a subtle sweetness settled over him. “I’m not a mortal, Megan, but if something ever happened to you, I think I would