Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Felicity Heaton
Tags: Nightmare
her, a touch of warmth in his deep voice.
The man nodded. “That’s ten quid.”
Ten quid?
What was a quid and where did she find ten of them?
“Money,” the brunet said.
She looked down at herself. As the warrior had clearly mentioned, and this man knew, she had come here naked. She had no coin.
The warrior huffed and slammed two pieces of reddish paper down on the bar top. “It’s on me. Plus my usual.”
The bartender looked displeased and Lysia feared he wouldn’t give her the blood because the warrior was paying for it, and had requested this man not serve him blood.
She bared her fangs and growled at the brunet, preparing to attack.
“Down girl.” The white-haired warrior caught hold of her arm again, wrapping long fingers around it, and heat blazed through her.
She looked across at him, her eyes wide. He glared at the bartender.
The man heaved a sigh, swiped the money off the bar, and walked away. A sharp spear shot through her heart and she tried to pull away from the warrior to follow the man, afraid he wouldn’t return.
The warrior’s grip on her arm tightened and he pulled her closer, until her backside bumped against his thighs. An achy shiver bolted through her and she spun to face him, catching the shock in his eyes before he covered it. He had felt it too.
“He will be back with your drink and then you can leave me alone,” he said in a gruff tone, released her and sat back on his seat, turning his profile to her.
Lysia’s heartbeat began to climb, awareness of the people around her creeping back in. The vampire was on his feet again and glaring at her. Others stared her way too. Some of them not mortal. She didn’t like how they watched her, not when she was weak.
Only the warrior felt as if he wasn’t a threat to her and that he would protect her rather than seek to harm her.
She didn’t want to leave his side.
The brunet returned as the warrior had said, bringing an elegant glass of green liquid for him and one filled with dark liquid. He set that one down in front of her and moved off to serve another patron.
The warrior eyed her expectantly.
He wanted her to leave.
Lysia sucked down a breath for courage and reminded herself that she was a warrior too and as powerful as any of these beings on her best day. Today was not her best day though and it was wreaking havoc on her courage, leaving her feeling vulnerable. She was injured, starving, and everything around her felt so alien and unfamiliar.
Except for him.
He made her feel safe.
She made sure she had all of his attention before she whispered, “Allow me to stay. The men here mean me harm.”
His face darkened, his jade eyes swirling into blazing violet, and he slid his deadly gaze towards those staring at her.
She felt their eyes leave her.
“Sit,” he growled, more a command than a request, and she obeyed.
She took the stool beside him, swivelled to face the bar and picked up her glass. She sipped the blood, her gums itching and fangs aching to descend. She wanted to gulp it down but it was such a small quantity and she didn’t think the warrior would buy her more.
It wasn’t enough to appease her hunger. It would only take the edge off it.
She would need more and her heart said she knew where she wanted her next meal to come from.
Her gaze slid to the warrior, settling on his strong neck and the pulse hammering there, powerful and steady, a beat that called to her.
She wanted to bite him.
CHAPTER 3
N evar silently cursed the black-haired beauty for the millionth time and followed it up with a prayer for control and patience. He downed his drink, keeping him one step away from sober for the next minute at least. It constantly chased on the heels of each drink, his angelic constitution making it difficult for him to get tipsy, let alone drunk. The boss of Cloud Nine had made it the law that the bartenders were to cut him off if he made it past tipsy. She hadn’t appreciated him setting up home in her
The man nodded. “That’s ten quid.”
Ten quid?
What was a quid and where did she find ten of them?
“Money,” the brunet said.
She looked down at herself. As the warrior had clearly mentioned, and this man knew, she had come here naked. She had no coin.
The warrior huffed and slammed two pieces of reddish paper down on the bar top. “It’s on me. Plus my usual.”
The bartender looked displeased and Lysia feared he wouldn’t give her the blood because the warrior was paying for it, and had requested this man not serve him blood.
She bared her fangs and growled at the brunet, preparing to attack.
“Down girl.” The white-haired warrior caught hold of her arm again, wrapping long fingers around it, and heat blazed through her.
She looked across at him, her eyes wide. He glared at the bartender.
The man heaved a sigh, swiped the money off the bar, and walked away. A sharp spear shot through her heart and she tried to pull away from the warrior to follow the man, afraid he wouldn’t return.
The warrior’s grip on her arm tightened and he pulled her closer, until her backside bumped against his thighs. An achy shiver bolted through her and she spun to face him, catching the shock in his eyes before he covered it. He had felt it too.
“He will be back with your drink and then you can leave me alone,” he said in a gruff tone, released her and sat back on his seat, turning his profile to her.
Lysia’s heartbeat began to climb, awareness of the people around her creeping back in. The vampire was on his feet again and glaring at her. Others stared her way too. Some of them not mortal. She didn’t like how they watched her, not when she was weak.
Only the warrior felt as if he wasn’t a threat to her and that he would protect her rather than seek to harm her.
She didn’t want to leave his side.
The brunet returned as the warrior had said, bringing an elegant glass of green liquid for him and one filled with dark liquid. He set that one down in front of her and moved off to serve another patron.
The warrior eyed her expectantly.
He wanted her to leave.
Lysia sucked down a breath for courage and reminded herself that she was a warrior too and as powerful as any of these beings on her best day. Today was not her best day though and it was wreaking havoc on her courage, leaving her feeling vulnerable. She was injured, starving, and everything around her felt so alien and unfamiliar.
Except for him.
He made her feel safe.
She made sure she had all of his attention before she whispered, “Allow me to stay. The men here mean me harm.”
His face darkened, his jade eyes swirling into blazing violet, and he slid his deadly gaze towards those staring at her.
She felt their eyes leave her.
“Sit,” he growled, more a command than a request, and she obeyed.
She took the stool beside him, swivelled to face the bar and picked up her glass. She sipped the blood, her gums itching and fangs aching to descend. She wanted to gulp it down but it was such a small quantity and she didn’t think the warrior would buy her more.
It wasn’t enough to appease her hunger. It would only take the edge off it.
She would need more and her heart said she knew where she wanted her next meal to come from.
Her gaze slid to the warrior, settling on his strong neck and the pulse hammering there, powerful and steady, a beat that called to her.
She wanted to bite him.
CHAPTER 3
N evar silently cursed the black-haired beauty for the millionth time and followed it up with a prayer for control and patience. He downed his drink, keeping him one step away from sober for the next minute at least. It constantly chased on the heels of each drink, his angelic constitution making it difficult for him to get tipsy, let alone drunk. The boss of Cloud Nine had made it the law that the bartenders were to cut him off if he made it past tipsy. She hadn’t appreciated him setting up home in her
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