I’m pretty sure this guy is an archangel because my knees won’t stop wobbling. His power levels are staggeringly stronger than his wanna-be-rapist angel friend.
All angels are attractive on an otherworldly level.
This one has sharp cheekbones, whitish-blond straight hair that falls past his shoulders, and he has to have a foot in height on me.
If this interaction comes down to a physical battle… I’m fucked.
His muscular shoulders flex as he turns to appraise the room, and I find myself taking a step back as his icy, light-gray eyes lock on mine.
Those broad shoulders of his taper to a slender waist and hips, and all I can focus on is how weird it is to see an angel in dark jeans and a plain white T-shirt.
If I had wings, I would never put them away. Not even to blend in with the humans.
Speaking of humans, they must be so uncomfortable to come face-to-face with this guy, even if they don’t understand why. Maybe they attribute the discomfort to being in the presence of an almost painfully attractive man. In reality, it’s some part of their hindbrain warning them they’re in the line of sight of something primordial.
He strides closer, and I try not to gawk at how tall he is. This angel looks a little like an almost seven-foot-tall soccer player. His slender, athletic build isn’t beefy at all. I still don’t have any delusions that I could take him in a physical battle.
He gets closer, and I file through my options.
Run.
Siphon.
Stay put and see how this plays out.
Holy shit.
I’ve never frozen a day in my life. I’m used to having the biggest, baddest, scariest monster in the room, so there’s never a reason for fear.
Perhaps the universe is humbling me?
I’ve never been in such close proximity to a being with more power than I have…and I killed one of his cluster.
Okay, I don’t technically know if angels call their group or pack a cluster, but that’s what demons call it.
Two of my fathers have a very close familial bond with a nightmare demon they spent centuries with in Hell. When they finally decided to come to the human realm, they did it together.
There isn’t much my fathers wouldn’t do to avenge Malice if something were to happen to him, and the thought sends a shiver down my spine.
With how determined this angel and his two sentinel friends have been to find me, it’s clear they cared a lot about the angel I devoured. Although they really shouldn’t have. He was the lowest form of trash there is.
“Hello,” he says in a low, raspy tone as he comes to a stop on the other side of the glass case where customers check out. “Are you able to perform scrying or divination spells?”
Um…what?
Chapter Three
Zephyr
I’m afraid this will be a wasted endeavor. The poor witch looks as if she doesn’t have a brain cell to spare. The vacant expression on her face as she blinks up at me isn’t unusual. Humans and lesser supernatural beings often become overwhelmed in my presence.
Several thousand years ago, I soaked up the adoration. Who wouldn’t want to be treated as a god?
Me, apparently.
It got old long ago.
“You work here, I assume,” I say slowly.
