After some time to collect our senses, Gabriel unwrapped me from his wings and pulled me into a standing position. He helped me smooth my dress and tucked my hair behind my ears.
“Look at you.” He smiled at me through the rain that had slowed to a light drizzle. “So beautiful.”
I gave a snort. “I feel absolutely filthy.”
His smile stretched to a wicked grin, eyes glittering. “Youareabsolutely filthy.”
I gave a chuckle that fizzled and died when attention settled on the crumbled brown heap on the outer edges of the glade. A lump rose in my throat as I realized I had forgotten all about the dead man. It was a bit fucked up that Gabe and I had just done what we did with him there. But I felt no remorse for the fucker. He was evil. He wanted to hurt me in who knew what kind of ways?
As if sensing the sudden downturn in my mood, Gabriel leaned down and pressed his lips to my brow, still wearing that heart-melting smile going by the way his mouth curved against my skin. He broke away and looked to where my bloody heel had been forgotten in the middle of the clearing, the tip of the heel still covered in flecks of skin and fur.
My angel clicked his tongue in an amused chuckle. “Let it never be said again that Melanie Gibson doesn’t know how to handle herself in heels.”
