Angel of Darkness(10)

By: Cynthia Eden


Keenan watched—and waited. The men weren’t even glancing at him now as they closed in on Nicole. Six men against one woman. Were those fair odds?

I had to just stand back before. For so many years. Just stand and watch.

He was done with watching.

“You don’t want to hurt me?” Romeo repeated. “Then what the hell were you planning to do to me tonight, puta? I know damn well what you were—”

She shook her head. “I had to—I didn’t mean—”

And it must have been a trick of the light, because her green eyes seemed to darken with her fear.

Then she spun around and leapt over the fence.

Leapt over that six-foot-high fence in one bound.

“Get her!” The old man screamed.

“Don’t even think of touching her,” Keenan said, his voice quiet, but cutting through the guy’s scream like a knife. He could hear the thud of Nicole’s footsteps as she fled—she was rushing away far faster than a human could run.

But Nicole was human.

No, she had been human.

The men paused, for just a moment, then they sprang for the fence.

“I said,” Keenan growled, the fury breaking through his control because he still hadn’t fully mastered the whole control concept, “don’t even think of—”

The old guy lifted his gun and pointed it at Keenan’s chest. “This fight ain’t yours.”

Romeo made it over the fence. Two others were right on his heels.

Keenan stepped toward the gun. “Yes. It is.”

“She would’ve killed you tonight.” The gun barrel trembled in the old man’s hands. “You’re lucky, we saved you—”

Keenan grabbed the gun in a move too fast for the human’s eyes to track. He slammed the butt of the weapon into the man’s head and heard the thud of impact even as the guy fell to the ground. And as the man fell, Keenan turned fast and fired the gun—once, twice—and took down the men still in the back alley.

He didn’t kill them. He just gave them something painful to remember him by. “Go after her again,” he promised, “and the bullets will be in your hearts.”

They didn’t answer because they were too busy groaning in pain and writhing on the ground. Keenan stared at them a moment longer as he memorized their faces. He always kept his promises.

He turned, holding the gun close, and jumped right over the fence. He followed the sound of the screams and the scent of the blood as he tracked his prey once more.

Nicole wasn’t getting away from him, and those bastards after her would learn that when an angel spoke—they damn well better listen.

Even if that angel had fallen.





Outrunning humans wasn’t normally hard. But when the humans in question had baited a trap and you’d walked right into it because you were so freaking thirsty—well, then things became considerably more difficult.

Nicole’s knees barely buckled as she cleared the fence, and, seconds later, she started streaking across the empty lot as she rushed for the darkness on the other side.

Then the growl reached her. A deep rumble of sound—a truck’s engine. The truck’s headlights flashed on, coming right out of that waiting darkness, and she realized just how good the trap truly was for her.

They’d known she’d come to the bar. They’d known she’d be hungry. They’d known she’d take a man outside for her drink.

Then all they’d had to do was make certain her escape path was cut off.

The truck roared toward her, tossing up dust and dirt in its wake as it aimed right for her.

Nicole lunged to the left. A gunshot fired behind her and she felt the close rush of the bullet as it whipped by her arm. Dammit, why couldn’t they let her go?

The truck swerved and followed right behind her. She was fast, but not faster than a truck.

The bumper hit her and she went down. Nicole slammed into the dirt, but she rolled quickly so those wheels didn’t plow right over her.

Dirt filled her lungs. Blood poured from the gashes in her arms. And the thirst grew. I went too long between feedings. Shouldn’t have waited.

But she hated to drink blood. It reminded her too much of what she was. Monster.

And when she drank, the dark temptation to take and take welled within her.