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and glared at the black beast, feigning a courage she wished she had. She‟d dealt with fallen angels before, but always with the vast power of the Heavenly Host to back her up. Now she was alone.
Not entirely alone. Connor stepped in front of her, but his protective move only increased her fear. Didn‟t he realize he was no match for a demon?
“Go inside,” she whispered.
He shook his head slightly, never taking his eyes off the beast. “Nay.”
He hardly knew her, yet he was willing to risk his life for her? Emotions swirled inside her, strong human emotions she wasn‟t accustomed to feeling. She didn‟t know whether to hug Connor or yell at him. One thing was certain, she didn‟t have time to deal with the confusion now. She had to make sure he survived.
She eased away from him as she glared at the demon. “Begone!”
The wolflike creature tilted its head to watch as Connor moved close to her once again.
She groaned inwardly. Was he determined to get himself killed? She should have yelled at him.
The beast drew her attention with a low growl. Its red gleaming eyes focused on her. Its lips pulled back to reveal a row of long, pointed, yellow teeth.
“I have come to escort you to your new home,” it rasped in a masculine voice. “I suggest you come along quietly.”
She lifted her chin. “Never.”
“I could rip you apart,” it hissed.
“Try it, and I‟ll send ye back to hell in pieces!” Connor shouted, lifting his dagger.
The beast snorted. “A savior? I love killing those.” It narrowed its bloodred eyes on Marielle. “Are you willing to let the fool die for you? In that case, hell would be the right place for you. Of course, you could act like a little angel and rescue him from the jaws of death. Come with me, and I‟ll leave him alone.”
Connor grabbed her arm. “She‟s no‟ going with you,” he said hastily as if he were worried she would sacrifice herself to keep him safe.
The swirl of emotions inside her came to rest, and she knew then that she‟d much rather hug Connor than yell at him. He had a good and noble heart.
She laid her hand on top of his. “I won‟t let it hurt you.”
The beast made a huffing noise. “So you refuse to be frightened or coerced into submission. No big deal. I have other strategies.” It snarled, baring its long, yellow teeth. “One way or another, I will succeed.”
Its body glimmered, then reshaped, taking the form of a human male. A very handsome male with flowing red hair, bright blue eyes, a bare muscular chest, and a plaid kilt. A perfect body with flawless skin.
She felt Connor stiffen beside her. No doubt he was shocked to see an enhanced version of himself.
The demon flashed a brilliant white smile at her. “Now do you like me?”
The demon must think she was attracted to the Scotsman if he was attempting this ploy.
With a small jolt, she realized he was right. Still, the trick wouldn‟t work. Connor was real, and his rough, imperfect exterior only made him more beautiful in her eyes. “Begone.”
“Before I can even introduce myself?” The demon assumed a wounded expression.
“Come, Marielle, didn‟t they teach you better manners than that up in heaven?”
She swallowed hard. He already knew her name.
“Oh yes.” He nodded his head, knowingly. “We‟ve been watching you for some time.
Poor little angel who keeps getting into trouble. We knew it was only a matter of time before those sanctimonious snots decided you weren‟t good enough for them.”
Her skin crawled with goose bumps. Connor‟s grip on her arm tightened.
“My name is Darafer, by the way. My friends call me Dare.”
“Go back to hell,” she said.
“Of course. And I would be honored to take you with me.” His mouth curled with the hint of a smile. “If you dare.”
“I will never go with you.”
“You will,” he snapped, his smile vanishing. “You‟d be a fool to want back into heaven.
Look what those
Not entirely alone. Connor stepped in front of her, but his protective move only increased her fear. Didn‟t he realize he was no match for a demon?
“Go inside,” she whispered.
He shook his head slightly, never taking his eyes off the beast. “Nay.”
He hardly knew her, yet he was willing to risk his life for her? Emotions swirled inside her, strong human emotions she wasn‟t accustomed to feeling. She didn‟t know whether to hug Connor or yell at him. One thing was certain, she didn‟t have time to deal with the confusion now. She had to make sure he survived.
She eased away from him as she glared at the demon. “Begone!”
The wolflike creature tilted its head to watch as Connor moved close to her once again.
She groaned inwardly. Was he determined to get himself killed? She should have yelled at him.
The beast drew her attention with a low growl. Its red gleaming eyes focused on her. Its lips pulled back to reveal a row of long, pointed, yellow teeth.
“I have come to escort you to your new home,” it rasped in a masculine voice. “I suggest you come along quietly.”
She lifted her chin. “Never.”
“I could rip you apart,” it hissed.
“Try it, and I‟ll send ye back to hell in pieces!” Connor shouted, lifting his dagger.
The beast snorted. “A savior? I love killing those.” It narrowed its bloodred eyes on Marielle. “Are you willing to let the fool die for you? In that case, hell would be the right place for you. Of course, you could act like a little angel and rescue him from the jaws of death. Come with me, and I‟ll leave him alone.”
Connor grabbed her arm. “She‟s no‟ going with you,” he said hastily as if he were worried she would sacrifice herself to keep him safe.
The swirl of emotions inside her came to rest, and she knew then that she‟d much rather hug Connor than yell at him. He had a good and noble heart.
She laid her hand on top of his. “I won‟t let it hurt you.”
The beast made a huffing noise. “So you refuse to be frightened or coerced into submission. No big deal. I have other strategies.” It snarled, baring its long, yellow teeth. “One way or another, I will succeed.”
Its body glimmered, then reshaped, taking the form of a human male. A very handsome male with flowing red hair, bright blue eyes, a bare muscular chest, and a plaid kilt. A perfect body with flawless skin.
She felt Connor stiffen beside her. No doubt he was shocked to see an enhanced version of himself.
The demon flashed a brilliant white smile at her. “Now do you like me?”
The demon must think she was attracted to the Scotsman if he was attempting this ploy.
With a small jolt, she realized he was right. Still, the trick wouldn‟t work. Connor was real, and his rough, imperfect exterior only made him more beautiful in her eyes. “Begone.”
“Before I can even introduce myself?” The demon assumed a wounded expression.
“Come, Marielle, didn‟t they teach you better manners than that up in heaven?”
She swallowed hard. He already knew her name.
“Oh yes.” He nodded his head, knowingly. “We‟ve been watching you for some time.
Poor little angel who keeps getting into trouble. We knew it was only a matter of time before those sanctimonious snots decided you weren‟t good enough for them.”
Her skin crawled with goose bumps. Connor‟s grip on her arm tightened.
“My name is Darafer, by the way. My friends call me Dare.”
“Go back to hell,” she said.
“Of course. And I would be honored to take you with me.” His mouth curled with the hint of a smile. “If you dare.”
“I will never go with you.”
“You will,” he snapped, his smile vanishing. “You‟d be a fool to want back into heaven.
Look what those
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