Angel Betrayed

She looked at her hands, expecting to see blood. Two months ago—when she’d found the woman he’d “punished”—her blood had dripped onto Seline’s hands.

She glanced over at the vampire. Unlike many of Rogziel’s flock, Seline didn’t think all vamps were evil.

And that poor girl that Rogziel had “contained” . . . she’d barely looked twenty. H-help me . . .

The girl had been past the point of help. Seline had only been able to hold her hand as death came.

“So now you know,” she told Sam, and forced her chin to rise. “I’m the daughter of an incubus, made for sin, and the child of an angel who fell for her addiction.” She stepped back. “I’m not controlling a hellhound. I’m not betraying you. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, was to just get away from Rogziel and my past.”

Why was that so much to ask?

She stared into his eyes. “Our partnership”—was that what it had been?—“is over. You think I’m betraying you? That I’m setting you up? Then when I leave, I guess you won’t have to worry about that anymore, will you?” Her lips twisted in a smile that she knew wasn’t pretty. “Wish I could say it’s been fun, but really, I guess it’s just been hell.”

Then she turned on her heel and walked for the door. The vampire’s gaze met hers. Would she have to fight her way out? It would be hard, especially with the memory of another vampire weakening her.

But Nicole’s head inclined slightly toward her, and the vampire pushed the one called Keenan aside, clearing Seline’s path.

She left, and didn’t look back, not even when she heard Sam whisper her name.

Yeah, it’s been hell, but for a moment there, I was hoping for heaven.

She should have known better. Demon half-breeds didn’t get to glimpse heaven. They spent too much time tasting hell on earth.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Sam lunged forward, only to find his path barred by Keenan. He leveled a glare at the Fallen. Old ties would only bind so long. “You don’t want to come between me and Seline.”

“She wants to get away from you.”

“We don’t always get what we want.”

The black shadow of Keenan’s wings stretched out behind him.

Sam fought for patience, something he’d never really had. “If she goes out there alone, she’s just a target. Rogziel will find her, or Az will go after her. Seline needs me.”

“Bull,” said the pretty little vamp who had a possessive hold on Keenan. “I think you’re the one who needs her. She’s your addiction, right?”

He almost winced. “Bad f**king word choice—”

“If she controls a hound . . .” Keenan rolled right over his snarl. “Then I don’t think she needs a Fallen watching her back.”

The front door slammed. Seline was gone.

He hadn’t actually expected her to leave him. And she was hurt. He’d done his best to repair her shoulder and tend the cut on her head, but she still had to feel weak. She couldn’t just prance up and down the town of Monclova without expecting to attract attention. The woman attracted attention wherever she went.

“Unless you’re using her as bait,” Nicole murmured.

His mouth tightened, and that was definitely guilt that bit into him.

“Ah . . .” Keenan nodded. “Already done that, have you? And how’d that work out for you?”

Worse than my nightmares. “Az had to pull her out of a burning motel.”

Nicole’s eyes raked him. “No wonder she’s so eager to get away from you. I would be, too.”

But Keenan was frowning. “Az saved her? Az doesn’t save anyone.”

Enough of this shit. Sam shoved Keenan out of his way. “Not without an ulterior motive, he doesn’t.” Seline wouldn’t have gone far. He was sure she was just pacing outside and cooling down. Seline knew she needed him. She’d said herself there was no way she’d be strong enough to defeat Rogziel.

He kicked open the front door. “Seline, dammit, let’s both just—” Calm down. She wasn’t there. The street looked deserted. No, no damn way could she vanish that quickly.

Then he saw the disappearing taillights at the end of the road. Sonofabitch.

A hard hand slammed down on his shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about this . . .” Keenan began.

He was going to hurt the guy. “Think later. I’ve got to track Seline.” Good thing Keenan had brought him a motorcycle. He’d cut through the narrow streets and alleyways of the town in no time.