When Angels Fall Read Online Free Page B

I?”
    “You didn’t run into a van last night, you ran into Marco. Tell me, did it feel like hitting a brick wall?”
    “That’s exactly what it felt like.” She looked at him curiously.
    “And you couldn’t see anything in the black?”
    “It was oppressive, kind of like a smoke-filled room, without the smell. I certainly couldn’t see the two of you, and you were right next to me.”
    “The dark is called the Black Heart. It’s used by, for lack of a better term, demons. As for Marco, though he had a human appearance, his structure was more akin to granite, hence the graze on your neck from his tongue.”
    Her face dropped in disgust, and she swallowed. For the first time since Alec had met her, she looked like she might be sick. A shiver ran through her body. “Ugh. That’s what you meant when you said tasted. But why me?”
    “Your soul, life-force, spirit—the thing that makes you, you—is very appealing to the fallen. The stronger a person is, the more irresistible they are to the angels and demons that roam the earth. It’s like a junkie getting the best high ever.”
    “So how do they get this ‘high’ exactly?” Her voice was tentative, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the answer. He could have guaranteed her she didn’t.
    “All they have to do is kill you, but Marco would have drained your blood for the fun of it. He was always a sadistic bastard.”
    Melody nodded, her face now pensive rather than scared, although the color had seemed to drain somewhat.
    I really might live to regret this. “All right, meet me at The Precipice—”
    She interrupted him before he could continue. “I’m sorry, meet you where?” The corners of her mouth twitched.
    He had to smile at her; he couldn’t help himself. “The Precipice Pub, on Rose Street, at four o’clock today. I think you’ll be safe until then. Hunting is more of a nighttime sport.”
    He pulled a piece of paper and pen from his inside jacket pocket, leaned on the coffee table at her feet, and wrote his name and number. “If you need me.” He pushed the paper toward her, and this time she didn’t back away.
    He got up and started toward the door again, and as he reached it she spoke softly.
    “Thank you.” Her voice was so sincere that he wanted to bask in the warmth of it, but knew he shouldn’t.
    “I’m just doing my job.” He didn’t look at her as he spoke and walked out without another word.
     
     

Chapter Four
     

     
     
    Melody sat bewildered as the door closed behind Alec. She didn’t understand why she trusted this stranger, especially one who could apparently turn her to dust. Maybe that was it; he could turn her to dust, yet he hadn’t. He had ample time and opportunity, in the flat and in the car. Though it would be a bitch to clean the four wheel drive afterward . Even if he didn’t use his special ability, he could have easily overpowered her if he’d wanted to. Yet here she was, still alive, because of him.
    Now in the cold, clear light of day she was beginning to realize something else. Her life now depended on her ability to believe and trust him. It was a big thing to ask, and not in her nature after the Simon fiasco.
    Don’t be so melodramatic! She rolled her eyes. Being a drama queen wasn’t usually in her nature; however, being told you were a demon magnet didn’t happen to be an everyday occurrence either. Would it be so bad to trust him? Two years ago she’d learned a tough lesson. Maybe this was the man to start teaching her a new one—trust. The idea of him educating her quickly turned into a host of erotic visions. Oh hell I need to get laid. More important at this moment though was sleep; she’d been awake for nearly twenty-four hours and had too many thoughts swimming around in her head. Keeping hold of the phone, she walked the short distance across her sitting room to the cubbyhole she called her bedroom. After kicking off her shoes, she climbed under her duvet without