Her Black Heart (The Dark Amulet Series Book 2) by A.J. Norris Read Free Book Online

been reading about you in school.”
    “Doubt you’ve read about…me!”
    “I-I’m not s-scared of you, Pan.”
    “You don’t know what you’re talking about; I’m not this Pan you’re—”
    “Yes you are,” she crossed her arms, “goat feet, furry legs, only…where do you keep your pan flute?”
    “Pan? Flute?”
    “What’s that around your neck? It’s pretty.”
     
    Then her mother came and ruined everything. Luckily for Julia, Aza left his magic amulet as a present for her. Now he wanted the necklace back so it could be destroyed. She wasn’t going to let that happen, but first she needed him to help her get the token back. By now, Maurice might already have possession of it. She ran her hands down her face.
    The demon groaned and sat up abruptly.
    “Bad dream?” she asked.
    He huffed and cupped his junk with one hand, clearly annoyed by his morning stiffness. “I’m fine, Julia. Just forgot where I was for a moment.”
    “What’s it like, your world?” She wrapped the sheet around her torso better before turning to face him properly.
    He looked down. “I can’t talk to you like this, right now.” Aza stood and shook his legs out. He perched on the edge of the mattress.
    He had an amazing ass.
    She smirked at herself; she was just supposed to use him to find her lucky charm, the necklace he gave to her. “Am I really dead?” The question surprised her.
    “Julia, you are…” He sighed.
    “Why do I hear a ‘but’ coming?”
    “What? I dunno what you mean.”
    Julia looked to the ceiling. “It means I’m dead, but it’s not as easy as that.”
    “Oh.” He cocked his head to the side. “It depends on what happened right before or right after your death.”
    “What do you mean right before or right after?”
    “What kind of a life did you have before your death?”
    “Um,” she sucked air in between her teeth, “I didn’t do so well in life. I fucked up pretty bad.”
    He leveled his stare on her over his shoulder. “How did you die?”
    “I told you that—”
    “Yes. Yes. But what happened afterward?”
    “Well, I didn’t see a bright light if that’s what you’re asking.”
    He shook his head. “What bright light? Did you see anything?”
    “Ah, only a horned…beast.”
    “What did he say to you? Did he touch you?”
    “He kissed me and it was disgusting. He tasted like an ashtray.”
    Aza snorted. “Ass tray.”
    “No,” she giggled. “ Ash tray.” They chuckled for a minute. A dead human and a demon.
    So damn weird.
    “Anyway, the creature started killing a bunch of cops and I stopped him.”
    “No you didn’t.”
    “Yeah, I did .”
    “He just let you think that. Believe me.”
    “So now what, I’m stuck roaming the Earth?”
    Aza shrugged.
    “What’s that mean?” She mimicked his shoulder shrugging.
    “It means I’m not sure what will happen now that you’ve been poisoned.”
    Her eyes went round. “What? How did I get poisoned and how do I get rid of it?”
    “His kiss, and only he can remove his venom.”
    “God. Dammit.” She rose from the bed, pulling the sheet off with her, and paced the room.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER
    THIRTEEN
     
     
    Amalya
     
    Amalya loathed when Virgil the Redeemer, micromanaged her dishwashing. The angel lived with her and her mate. “You know, I know how to wash a plate.” She stressed the “T” on the end of the word plate.
    “I know that but—”
    “You do? Then why are you hovering over me?” Amalya stomped her feet.
    “Fine, I’ll stop being helpful then,” Virgil said and left the kitchen.
    She blew out a breath. When was Elliott going to be home? He had a way of dealing with the other angel that left her mystified. She picked up the last dish to be washed and the bowl slipped through her soapy hands into the stainless steel sink with a loud clink.
    Virgil appeared behind her. “What’s happened?”
    She sighed heavily. “Nothing, the bowl fell into the sink. Don’t you