Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7)

Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7) by Felicity Heaton Read Free Book Online Page B

Book: Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7) by Felicity Heaton Read Free Book Online
Authors: Felicity Heaton
Tags: Nightmare
places on the planet where it could hide.
    And it was a big fucking planet.
    Nevar groaned. Was he doomed to spend the rest of his life flying around trying to locate the damned thing before it destroyed the world?
    If he had to cover an entire planet, he was going to need a serious amount of fuel.
    He kept his hand over the mark and pondered where the destroyer might be as he walked the familiar path down the warren of alleys towards Cloud Nine. Despite its grotty and often grim appearance, the club served some of the best food he had eaten in centuries. Full fat, full flavour, bad food. The sort mortals viewed as a future heart attack in the making.
    Angels viewed it as superfood.
    Fuck those greens and shoots and berries.
    Meat oozing with flavour and fat was angelic superfood.
    He knew angels who swung the other way when it came to their choice of superfood, preferring the high sugar content of cakes and sweets. Asmodeus was definitely one of those angels. The male could devour a whole chocolate gateaux in one sitting, and he had heard Liora mention in passing that his twin, Apollyon, could do the same.
    Nevar could devour a whole spit-roasted pig.
    His hand dropped to the bare patch of stomach between the edge of his chest plate and the slats of armour that protected his hips and he rubbed it, his mouth filling with saliva at the thought of the pulled pork buns and chicken wings that the club served.
    Fuel up and head out. Do not linger. Do not drink. Understood?
    Nevar growled at Asmodeus’s voice in his head and mentally flipped him off.
    His master had no faith in him.
    That was the plan… and it still is the plan.
He severed the connection between them before Asmodeus could respond and turned down the alley that would bring him to Cloud Nine.
    He stopped and frowned. The sign was off and there was no queue of mortals, but the club was open. What was going on? Only one way to find out. He walked towards the door.
    The bouncer acknowledged him with a jerk of his chin and he pushed past the huge demon male and stepped into the club.
    The lights were on inside, the colourful ones above the bar bathing the area and the demons milling around along its length. No music though.
    No mortals.
    His gaze sought the female he had met before, although he wasn’t sure why. It had been days since his last visit. She would be long gone, and it was stupid of him to hope that she would still be around, or remotely interested in him.
    He headed for the bar, his eyes still scanning the demons for the woman even when he told himself to let her go and shove her out of his head.
    A blonde cut into his path, her hands firmly planted on her hips, pale against her red jeans. A flicker of darkness danced in her eyes. Her stance caused her chest to jut upwards, showing off ample cleavage in her low cut black camisole. She narrowed her gaze on him and looked as if she was about to lose her pretty façade, revealing the hideous monster that lurked beneath her skin.
    The boss.
    And she was pissed about something.
    He scanned the club again, frowning as he noticed that the demons present were jittery too, disturbed for some reason. Had something happened?
    If it had, he wasn’t sure why the boss was holding him responsible, and the intense glare she was giving him said she definitely thought it was his fault.
    “Do something,” she snapped, sharp teeth flashing between her glossy red lips, and flicked her short hair away from her face.
    He arched an eyebrow down at her. “I don’t follow. What is your problem?”
    She turned and pointed, and the crowd parted.
    Nevar’s jaw almost dropped.
    The female was there, curled up and sleeping on the grimy black bar top, naked again.
    But not exposed.
    Dark leathery wings wrapped around her slender form, cocooning her.
    His feet moved of their own accord, carrying him across the room to her, unable to resist the powerful pull he felt towards her. The demons stepped back, making more room and allowing

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