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despised what had happened to him and yet half of his arms and up to his knees was darkness, a sign that he was merging with another form. One locked within him? She had heard tales that the King of Demons could wear another form, one closer to the dark beast the Devil held hidden beneath his charming façade. Nevar had such a form too, but he had given it free reign, allowing both forms to become blurred and altered.
    Why had he done such a thing when he wanted the evil gone from his soul?
    By allowing it, he had made it impossible for him to purge that evil.
    She lifted her other hand and stroked the line of his fingers, from his knuckles to the points of his black claws. He looked down at her, his jade eyes fixed on his hand too, watching her. His black skin was smooth beneath the pads of her fingers and warm too, not as rough or cold as she had expected. He held such heat and strength, and countered it with softness that she could only surmise came from his angelic side.
    He flitted between violent and aggressive, and gentle and tender with her.
    Asmodeus moved past him, his enormous glossy black wings furled against his bare back, and knocked on the dark door.
    In the club, the black-haired male had declared her an admirer of Nevar’s and had spoken it with a mocking edge to his voice, one that had made her feel he believed no one could admire his servant.
    She did.
    He was strong, whether he felt it or not. She could see his strength in his eyes and it came not from his body but his heart. It was born of the gentle side of him, the one that battled the darkness and craved the light.
    The door swung open and Lysia looked there.
    A tawny-haired large male stood in the opening.
    An angel.
    She shrank behind Nevar, pressing her free hand to the back plate of his armour, between the two vertical slots where his wings should be. He had hidden them back at the club, forcing them away with a trace of disgust colouring his eyes. He despised them too.
    He hated much, and she could sympathise. She hated many things too.
    At the top of that list were angels.
    She bared her fangs at the male in warning. If he dared to attack, she would kill him. She wouldn’t allow him near her or Nevar.
    “Einar will not hurt you.” Nevar gave an expectant look to the angel. “Will you, Einar?”
    The big male shrugged thickly hewn shoulders beneath his tight black t-shirt. “Not unless she gives me a reason to hurt her.”
    She growled at that.
    His full lips quirked at the corners and an amused glimmer shone in his rich brown eyes. “It was a joke.”
    “Not a very funny one,” Nevar said and walked forwards.
    She stayed put, refusing to move, even when Nevar stopped and tugged on her wrist. She unleashed a fraction of her power, enough to keep her bare feet rooted to the spot.
    “He means me harm,” she whispered when Nevar looked over his wide shoulders at her.
    He sighed and smiled, melting her insides. He was gorgeous when he smiled and it reached his jade eyes, brightening them and chasing away the shadows. “He won’t hurt you. If he does, I will kill him. Okay?”
    She considered that and then nodded. “Okay.”
    Einar turned to Asmodeus. “Did your boy just threaten to kill me?”
    Asmodeus grinned wickedly. “It has become apparent that he has a possessive streak.”
    The tawny-haired male shifted his dark eyes back to her. “Who is she anyway?”
    When she stepped out from behind Nevar, his eyes widened just as Asmodeus’s had on first seeing her wings. She wasn’t sure why they all looked at them that way, as if they had never seen such a thing. She felt certain there were other females in Hell who had wings.
    She knew of one female who definitely did.
    “Why do you all stare so? The original angel had wings and none stared at her.”
    All three men turned stunned gazes on her.
    It was the angel who spoke. “What the hell did she just say?”
    Neither Asmodeus nor Nevar acknowledged him.
    Nevar turned back to face