Touch of the Angel (Demons of Infernum, #3) by Rosalie Lario Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Ronin shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. The past was the past. No good to dwell on it now.
    “I wonder what would happen if we tried to walk up to the place?” Dagan asked.
    Keegan lifted his binoculars. “According to the Council, humans can stroll down the street with no problem, but any Otherworlder who tries to step inside gets kicked back.”
    “So it’s an invisible shield affecting only non-humans,” Ronin said.
    “Pretty much.”
    Taeg whistled. “That’s some serious shit. Where can I get one?”
    “All you have to do is make friends with a mage. Piece of cake,” Dagan deadpanned.
    Ronin lifted the binoculars toward the sloped roof, then lower, to the large third-floor balcony with its black iron railing. “What if we try approaching from above?”
    “No good,” Keegan said. “The air above the townhouse is also enchanted. This demon is smart. He knows there are too many beings in this city who can fly.”
    Ronin and Keegan among them. That was the beauty of being only half-demon—at least given what their other halves were.
    Something on the balcony caught his attention. One of the doors leading inside was ajar, and if he squinted he could barely make out a figure. Was someone pacing back and forth in there?
    “Devil’s luck,” Keegan swore.
    Ronin kept his eyes trained on the crack in the door. “What is it?”
    “A woman stepped out of the building.”
    “I see her,” Taeg said. “She’s hailing a taxi.”
    Could that be one of the succubi? Maybe she was on her way to seek out a new victim. The memory of the toxins that had paralyzed his body elicited a spark of empathy for the next poor bastard on Asmodeus’s list. Ronin adjusted his binoculars. The fierce staccato of his heart slammed up against his ribs, and his pulse pounded in his throat. His vision dimmed and blurred, making him fear for one second he was about to lose consciousness. But then he focused on her—the soft curve of her cheek, the rigid set of her spine. The slim length of her legs bared by her tiny red slip of a dress, and the outline of her outstretched arm as she summoned a cab.
    No fucking way.
    “One or two of us should follow her.” Keegan’s words sounded weak and far away. “She has to know what Asmodeus is up to.”
    Ronin barely noted what his brother said. He was too focused on the woman. Amara. His sad, sexy little Amara. She worked for Asmodeus.
    “She hailed a taxi,” Dagan said.
    “I’ll track it.” Keegan started to lift his long-sleeved shirt over his head, but Ronin reached out and stopped him.
    “I’ll go.”
    “Ronin?” Keegan’s voice held a note of worry.
    Taeg turned to Ronin. “What’s up, bro? You sound weird.”
    Paying them no mind, Ronin pulled off his lightweight wool sweater and tucked it into the front of his jeans. With one brace of his shoulders, his wings grew out of his back. Large, full, and white. Not very inconspicuous in a city this size, but he’d found that humans tended to see only what they wanted to. And a man flying over the city with the wings of an angel was something very few people would ever admit to seeing.
    “What’s wrong?” Taeg asked again.
    When he didn’t respond, instead setting his sights on the taxi that even now raced down the street, Keegan let out a soft curse.
    “That succubus, is she—is she the one—?”
    Without waiting for his brother to finish, Ronin took off. He soared high into the air, shadowing the cab.
    “Shit, bro!” Taeg yelled.
    From the loud snapping sound behind Ronin, he suspected Keegan had let loose his own wings. His suspicions were confirmed when Keegan’s wings beat wind against his back, creating a strong cross breeze that lent Ronin speed. He ignored his older brother. There was only one thing on his mind.
    Amara.
    Whatever secrets she was hiding, he was about to uncover them. And if she was in league with the incubus they hunted, as it seemed she