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“That’s not good enough,” she enunciated between clenched teeth.
    Fallon reached for the controller. He leaned back, giving her the advantage. Shoving both hands into his chest laid him flat on the couch, and her straddling his legs. On top now, with her knees’ digging into his stomach, he twisted trying to hide it in the space between the cushions. Breathing hard, she worked for possession of the device.
    “When’ve I ever let anyone touch my motorcycle?” she asked, at a clear stalemate.
    “Stop, Fallon, what the hell are you doing?”
    A burst of power pushed at her and she ended up underneath him. Wallace tried to improve his hold. Not one to give up, she wrapped her hand around his wrist and squeezed, pulling down.
    He loosened his hold. Due to the momentum and downward arch, the hard plastic of the device popped her in the mouth. As pain exploded, an electric current discharged from her fingertips and enclosed Wallace’s wrist.
    Her fingers sank into tissue and bone as she inhaled the stench of sizzling flesh, the wound cauterizing as her fingers and palm passed through. Both were stunned speechless. In triumph, she held the remains of a fried controller and brother’s detached hand.
    He toppled off her when she shot to her feet.
    In the moments Avedon raced across the room, and tried comforting Wallace, Fallon knew things would never be the same again.
    To cement her spiral into the world of the unhinged, she smiled and waved the severed hand at him.
    “What the hell’s got into you, Fallon?” Avedon shouted.
    She winked at Wallace, his glittering gaze pinning her to the spot as his handsome features contorted in agony.
    She’d be locked inside a cage, never to see the light of day if she let on about the dual fight she waged not to become evil.
    What spilled from her lips was as crazy as her actions.
    “You do remember the era in which we lived? The proverb that still holds weight in some parts of the world.” With a dismissive air, she waved his hand at him in a lecturing fashion. “‘If it offends thee, cut it off.’ Well, I just reminded you to keep your hand off my stuff.”
    Her actions today were like a tremendous screw she’d driven into her own coffin. Now the question was, what Michael was going to do about it?

CHAPTER 2
    Two weeks later
    Seagrove, North Carolina
    Michael had wasted precious little time getting her out of Seattle.
    Her oldest brother arrived at Avedon’s doorstep, assessed both tales of how the mutilation occurred, and then given Fallon an hour to pack a few belongings. His parting words, an echo she couldn’t shake, “ This has to end. With so much at stake for our kind, you’d condemn us all. I won’t see you hunted by Gabriel because you damn well know none of us will see you hurt.”
    Anxiety elicited icy fingers of dread throughout her body. Some sentences were worse than death and a conjured image of flesh stripped off an immortals body and Gabriel with a wicked, yet merciless smile on his beautiful, chiseled face during the peeling process. Indelibly one of Heaven’s most powerful warriors, Fallon avoided being on his bad side.
    Black helmet protecting her eyes, she glanced up into the pitch-black sky and flashes forking behind dark clouds. Unease tickled the short hairs at the back of her neck.
    Speaking of not getting on The Archangel’s short list, the coming storm overhead was also driving Fallon’s troublesome inner beast. It hungered for destruction.
    Her wrist ached as she tightened her grip on the throttle. Capped well over the breakneck speed of a hundred, she barreled down the Two-Twenty South Bypass straightaway.
    How the hell was she to control herself with powerful emotions like: fear, loneliness, anger, and hurt—vying for her darker side to be set free. Only then, could she let go and release her power. Which would most likely see her in more trouble and her brothers brought down with her.
    The soothing growl from her well-maintained