Warrior's Angel (The Lost Angels Book 4) by Heather Killough-Walden Read Free Book Online

warehouse. She stayed to the shadows as she more or less ran several blocks, putting distance between her and the mess behind her.
    Once she’d gotten fa r enough away, she ducked into an alley. A quick self-inspection revealed no blood stains or rips or tears in her jeans – that was good. She always tried to be careful, but the occasional slip-up did happen.
    She removed her leather gloves, took off her mask, and stuffed the garments into her jacket’s inside pockets. Then she bent, turned her head over, and finger-combed her light auburn hair, returning it to its natural volume and wave.
    Next, she unzipped her jacket, a Burberry Brit , to reveal a rich satin top underneath, and a small but striking diamond necklace by Bulgari. She never had to worry about her boots matching her outfit, as she was most comfortable in boots anyway, always black.
    She pulled a sample spray bottle of Tom Ford perfume from another jacket pocket, spritzed a bit on her wrist, and rubbed her wrists behind her ears.
    Her final touch was lipstick, a rich shade of red that matched her hair and complexion, and which she expertly applied before re-pocketing the tube, rolling back her shoulders, and heading out of the alley shadows to the nearest busy sidewalk.
    There was nothing quite so effective at disguising the fact that you’d just infiltrated two massive buildings, taken out dozens of armed bad guys, destroyed millions of dollars worth of contraband, and freed twenty slave girls from a hellish life of prostitution and torture, as looking like a million bucks. Fortunately for Rhiannon, her employer could not have agreed more on this point.
    The very first taxi to come by possessed a light that was completely lit up, signaling the driver was off-duty. But when the man behind the wheel saw Rhiannon move up to the curb and raise her hand, he switched off the outside lights so that only the medallion number was lit, and then he veered directly over to meet her.
    Rhiannon smiled, opened the back door, and slipped inside. “ The Four Seasons, please.”
    The driver pulled away from the curb without a word and made his way expertly into traffic. Rhiannon settled back in her seat and began daydreaming about diet root beer. She loved diet root beer. Chilled to the point of near freezing, it was the perfect, refreshing drink after a difficult job.
    Ten minutes later, the driver let her out, she left him an enormous tip, and the door greeter opened the door to her hotel. “Good evening.”
    She smiled back and made her way to her room. Once there, she double-locked it, throwing home every latch available. Then she p ulled off her clothes and stepped into the shower. She had never so badly wanted to wash a night off her body and out of her mind.
    Forty-five minutes later, she at last shut off the water and stepped out into a steam-filled bathroom. Her form reflected through the fog in the floor-length mirror across from her. She paused and froze in her reflection, strangely alarmed at the number of bruises taking shape across her body.
    “Fine,” she sighed. She wasn’t planning on going out again tonight. She probably wouldn’t need what was left of her abilities to heal or help anyone else. She could afford to use them on herself instead.
    Rhiannon closed her eyes, imagined herself healed and whole, her skin unmarred, and her muscles not quite as sore as they were now. Moments later, she opened them again and took another look in the mirror.
    Not a bruise to be seen.
    Next, she bent and attempted to dry her long, thick hair with the nearest towel. When it was mostly dry, she hung the towel back up on the rack before she made her naked way into the sprawling, richly appointed suite beyond.
    She dressed in a pair of underwear and an oversized white tee-shirt, and stopped in the kitchen long enough to extract a diet root beer from the fridge. When she’d downed half of it, she re-fridged what was left and returned to the bathroom to brush her teeth.