Death's Angel (Lost Angels, Book 3)
Heather Killough-Walden
Language: English
Pages: 368
ISBN: 045123894X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Since the beginning of time, the archangels have longed to know true love. When four female angels were created for the four archangels, Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Azrael, a chaos spurred by jealousy erupted, and the archesses were secreted away to Earth. The four favored archangels followed, prompting a search that has lasted millennia...
As the Angel of Death, Azrael could never be like his brothers. While the others fell to Earth in human form, Azrael descended as a vampire. Today, as the lead singer of a popular rock band, he keeps his true nature hidden--a powerful darkness constantly at odds with his angelic self. Beneath his mask, Azrael holds onto the hope that he will one day find the archess who will complete him.
At his brother Gabriel's wedding, Azrael set his golden eyes on Sophie Bryce, the maid of honor. He is certain she is his destined mate, and will do anything to make her his. But Sophie is unaware of her archess identity, and is haunted by unspeakable demons of her own.
When supernatural forces emerge from the shadows, threatening Sophie, Azrael is the only one who can protect her. But to do it, he must reveal his true, savage self.
tired; it had been a long few days. Everyone turned toward the foyer’s entrance as Azrael appeared. Heartbeats later, Michael was up and out of his seat and racing toward Azrael. Gabriel joined him, and the two of them helped Az to the nearest couch as Uriel cleared away the pillows and throws to make room for his tall frame. “You look like rubbish,” Gabriel breathed. Azrael lay back with a wince. He was being eaten alive by fire poison, and more than a few phantom and wraith
food, and clothes—she almost never failed to receive a tip when her clients left. More often than not, there would be a twenty sitting on the bedside table with a note of thanks. Or a ten-dollar bill and a hand-drawn picture from a five-year-old. These tips she put into the same savings account that held her parents’ money. She’d received the acceptance letter from Berkeley almost four weeks ago, and the fact that it was in a ginormous envelope filled with a folder and course catalogs had
helped mold him into what he’d become—and made the agonizing bed of nails he’d been forced to lay on. Still, Azrael appeared to have risen above that initially painful transformation and had his undead life under control now. In fact, Kevin would be hard-pressed to come up with a man who had more control over himself and his surroundings. Kevin ran a frustrated hand through his thick black hair and gritted his teeth against a new, gnawing hunger that was once more growing within him. He
Randall nodded once in understanding and his stark vampire gaze returned to the profile of the young woman standing alone on the boardwalk. “A funny thing about young Miss Bryce,” Randall said. “She doesn’t seem to be opposed to the night.” He smiled slowly, glancing back at Az before he continued. “In fact, I would say she seems quite fond of it.” Azrael turned his attention back to Sophie. She straightened from where she had been leaning against the wood railing and sighed. Then she
wasted no time lying down. He even closed his eyes. And then he said, “Abraxos somehow turned at least three other Adarians into vampires,” he said, beginning to fill them in on everything he knew. “And they’ve developed new powers.” * * * Sophie looked at the dandelion, fascinated by its intricate black petals that shimmered like a raven’s wings. Without thinking, she raised her hand, her finger poised to take the flower from him. She had to stop herself before she actually did so.