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Authors: Paige Cuccaro
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chin, lifting my face so I’d look him in the eyes. “I need you to be careful. Please.”
I licked my lips, pretended he couldn’t hear my heart hammering in my chest and that I didn’t notice the way his eyes followed the track of my tongue. “I’ll be fine.”
We were getting good at pretending. Too good. Before I could do something stupid like push up on my toes and kiss him, I took off. The scene around me blurred in a rush of wind as the world flew by.
Faster than any human could see, I moved down the concourse, following the stink of demon. It wasn’t instant teleportation, but it was close. My angelic half folded time and space and with each step I traveled huge distances. Despite my speed, my footfalls echoed off the walls, sounding like a single drum beat, nothing like a normal stride.
Through the blur of my vision I noticed the lights from a corner newsstand as I passed and saw the occasional mass of a human body here and there—fellow late-night travelers clueless that I’d just streaked past. I moved fast through the grand expanse of the quiet terminal, barely hearing the soft piped-in music.
I followed the demon’s scent down the escalators to the tram. The swoosh of automatic doors closing sounded the moment my foot hit the metal landing at the bottom. Three seconds later the tram on the other side roared away toward the landside terminal.
The demon had come this way, even stood around long enough to leave a cloud of brimstone behind. I could almost see the putrid stench slowly expanding to fill every inch of the long embarking room. I couldn’t stomach waiting here for the next tram.
Like most of the airport, the tram room was empty, free of witnesses, so I could call my blade. With a simple thought, an easy focus of will, my angelic power gathered the molecules from the air around me—one moment nothing, the next a solid, deadly sharp blade formed at the end of my hilt.
I used the beautiful weapon to wedge the doors open to the tram tunnel. Not the job it was forged to do, but it got it done. It was a good five-foot drop to the tracks. I made the jump easily and took off again.
An instant later I’d caught up to the tram, tightened my jaw, and willed myself faster. I’d done it before, moved so fast I passed through solid matter. The idea seemed bizarre, but lately bizarre had become the norm in my life.
Trying to pass through the end and stop inside the tram was too tricky. My best bet was to keep going and beat the whole thing to the landside disembarking room. I’d wait for the demon and stage the battle there.
The blur of my vision brightened for a split second as I moved through the lit train, and then I was standing in the long tram bay—identical to the one on the other side. With the smooth glossy wall behind me, sword double-fisted in my hands, I stood ready, staring at the tinted windows of the automatic doors. A heartbeat later, the train rumbled to a stop and the doors swooshed open.
There was only one passenger in the tram, and I knew he was the demon by the way he reeked to high heaven. He stepped out—eyes narrow, jaw tight, muscles tense. He was ready for a fight.
I’d never get used to how normal demons could look. This guy, with his lean body shown off under a snug muscle shirt and tight jeans, could have walked off the set of a porn movie. His sandy-blond hair flowed in soft waves back from his forehead, and his baby smooth face was a perfect mix of adorable innocence and hot, sexy sin.
Even snarling at me the way he was, those violet eyes were captivating—his small, rounded nose and strong, rounded chin the perfect frame for a great set of lips. The demon was hot. It wasn’t hard to believe he’d once been like Eli, once been a seraph.
Too bad all his hot, yummy good looks were just a meat suit he wore. The real being underneath the beauty was something very different. Experience told me that. The abyss changes the Fallen—inside and out.
“Hi. I’m
I licked my lips, pretended he couldn’t hear my heart hammering in my chest and that I didn’t notice the way his eyes followed the track of my tongue. “I’ll be fine.”
We were getting good at pretending. Too good. Before I could do something stupid like push up on my toes and kiss him, I took off. The scene around me blurred in a rush of wind as the world flew by.
Faster than any human could see, I moved down the concourse, following the stink of demon. It wasn’t instant teleportation, but it was close. My angelic half folded time and space and with each step I traveled huge distances. Despite my speed, my footfalls echoed off the walls, sounding like a single drum beat, nothing like a normal stride.
Through the blur of my vision I noticed the lights from a corner newsstand as I passed and saw the occasional mass of a human body here and there—fellow late-night travelers clueless that I’d just streaked past. I moved fast through the grand expanse of the quiet terminal, barely hearing the soft piped-in music.
I followed the demon’s scent down the escalators to the tram. The swoosh of automatic doors closing sounded the moment my foot hit the metal landing at the bottom. Three seconds later the tram on the other side roared away toward the landside terminal.
The demon had come this way, even stood around long enough to leave a cloud of brimstone behind. I could almost see the putrid stench slowly expanding to fill every inch of the long embarking room. I couldn’t stomach waiting here for the next tram.
Like most of the airport, the tram room was empty, free of witnesses, so I could call my blade. With a simple thought, an easy focus of will, my angelic power gathered the molecules from the air around me—one moment nothing, the next a solid, deadly sharp blade formed at the end of my hilt.
I used the beautiful weapon to wedge the doors open to the tram tunnel. Not the job it was forged to do, but it got it done. It was a good five-foot drop to the tracks. I made the jump easily and took off again.
An instant later I’d caught up to the tram, tightened my jaw, and willed myself faster. I’d done it before, moved so fast I passed through solid matter. The idea seemed bizarre, but lately bizarre had become the norm in my life.
Trying to pass through the end and stop inside the tram was too tricky. My best bet was to keep going and beat the whole thing to the landside disembarking room. I’d wait for the demon and stage the battle there.
The blur of my vision brightened for a split second as I moved through the lit train, and then I was standing in the long tram bay—identical to the one on the other side. With the smooth glossy wall behind me, sword double-fisted in my hands, I stood ready, staring at the tinted windows of the automatic doors. A heartbeat later, the train rumbled to a stop and the doors swooshed open.
There was only one passenger in the tram, and I knew he was the demon by the way he reeked to high heaven. He stepped out—eyes narrow, jaw tight, muscles tense. He was ready for a fight.
I’d never get used to how normal demons could look. This guy, with his lean body shown off under a snug muscle shirt and tight jeans, could have walked off the set of a porn movie. His sandy-blond hair flowed in soft waves back from his forehead, and his baby smooth face was a perfect mix of adorable innocence and hot, sexy sin.
Even snarling at me the way he was, those violet eyes were captivating—his small, rounded nose and strong, rounded chin the perfect frame for a great set of lips. The demon was hot. It wasn’t hard to believe he’d once been like Eli, once been a seraph.
Too bad all his hot, yummy good looks were just a meat suit he wore. The real being underneath the beauty was something very different. Experience told me that. The abyss changes the Fallen—inside and out.
“Hi. I’m
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