His Soul To Keep (Dark Knights of Heaven Book 1) Read Online Free

his throat. "The soup should be cool enough to drink, but I brought a spoon."
    "Unless you plan on feeding me, I’ll risk the burned tongue and drink from the mug."
    It took Rail a moment to realize she wouldn’t be able to hold the mug and spoon in her current condition. Taking his hand from the wound, Rail used the cloth to wipe away the lingering blood. With a grin, he watched disbelief play across Cassidy’s face—his hand had already healed and her wounds looked remarkably better. Without a word, Rail cleaned his knife and returned it to its sheath. He covered his amusement when Cassidy huffed an obvious sigh of disappointment by keeping his focus on the clean sterile gauze he wrapped over the gashes. Even if she grabbed the blade, she must have known he could easily take it back. "That should help with the bleeding and infection, but try not to move your arm too much." Rail handed her the mug before gathering the bloody bandages and tossing them in the trash can under the desk.
    The silence stretched on, punctuated by the occasional slurping. When Cassidy finished, she handed Rail the mug, but didn’t make a move for the fruit or bottle of water next to her. She didn’t say a word; she just stared at him.
    Suddenly Rail felt self-conscious and nervous—a feeling he couldn’t remember having experienced before.
    "Where to start?" He cleared his throat. "What do you know of biblical history?"
    "As much as anyone, I suppose. I’ve read books and seen programs on the History Channel." Her fingers edged toward the Twinkie, her intent gaze never leaving Rail’s face.
    Noticing Cassidy’s covert attempt to reach the treat, he nudged it closer. "It’s a start, but nowhere near the truth." Settling back in the chair, Rail closed his eyes, took a calming breath, and organized his thoughts. "What do you know about Lucifer?"
    * * *
    Now, Cassidy knew she was in real trouble. Not only had she been kidnapped, but kidnapped by some sort of religious cult or Satanists. "Get away from me!" Summoning what little strength she had, she rolled off the bed, ready to run, only to be caught in Rail’s strong arms.
    "Cassidy, stop it. You’ll hurt yourself."
    "Let me go!"
    Rail held her tight, her back against his chest. "Calm down."
    Cassidy felt a zing of electricity from Rail that shot straight to her core and nearly knocked her to her knees. "You’re a nut. A crazy devil worshiper," she rasped, trying to catch her breath.
    "I. Am. Not." Rail growled low, the sound reverberating around the room. "I have nothing to do with that bastard."
    "Well then some religious nut." Panting, Cassidy stopped struggling, finding she was using up energy and making no progress at breaking free. Better to save it for when she had a real chance to escape.
    Rail eased his grip. "Just listen to me. Please. It’s important you understand who we are and how you fit into all of this."
    Wary, Cassidy turned slowly within the circle of his arms, enjoying the contact a little too much. She looked up into his dark gold eyes and that electric tingle skittered over her skin again. Clearing her throat, she asked, "All of what?"
    "Will you sit still and listen?" When she nodded, Rail stepped back, guiding her to the bed before taking a seat at her side. "This will be a lot to take in, and I’m not good at this sort of thing. I’m more of a slash and burn kind of guy"—a wry smile played across his lips—"not a diplomat."
    Cassidy looked him up and down, taking in the bulging muscles and tattoos. "I would never have guessed."
    "I want you to know, I will only tell you the truth Cassidy."
    " Riiiight ." She rolled her eyes.
    "I can’t lie to you. It’s physically impossible."
    "You can’t lie?"
    "I can’t lie to you . I can lie to everyone else, but not to you."
    Cassidy turned slightly so she could read his face better. Rail didn’t appear to be joking, making what he said all the more unbelievable. "And what makes me so special?"
    "To explain that