“You were looking for me?” Some of his fury faded a little. “Why?”
“Because you’re right, we do need to talk, darn it!”
“Would you explain to me what the fuck’s going on?” sword guy snarled, but his eyes glowed not only with rage—pain flickered there, too. His icy stare sliced her as if she’d betrayed him.
Nia eyed him warily.
“This is a mess,” a new voice said, the door shutting behind him. “One I had hoped to avoid.”
Despite the late hour and dim glow from the hearth, the newcomer sported shades. He was even taller than Lore and dressed like a long-suffering biker in faded black jeans, dusty boots, and a worn gray t-shirt sporting holes.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” the other man barked, his weapon gripped like he would kill someone soon.
The stranger strolled to the L-shaped desk, pushing his shades up to settle over his dark, shoulder-length hair. He stopped in front of the desk and faced them, revealing utterlyeerie eyes. The sapphire-blue irises bore fissures that sparked with silver.
He was menace personified.
She shivered and stepped closer to Lore. He drew her to him, but not even his touch could calm her uneasiness.
With a wave of his hand, biker dude restored the shelves and books.
Trapped in a mess of chaos, Nia rubbed her sore temples and unfortunately met the sword guy’s furious gaze…
Then his brow furrowed.
“When did you pierce your nose and ears?” His eyes widened. “You’re not my mate!” His searing stare snapped to the biker dude. “What the fuck’s going on, Michael?”
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Michael?This exhausted, unshaven stranger wasthearchangel, Michael?
Oh, boy!Nia rubbed her clammy palms down her jeans.
She hadn’t known anything about the angels or their hierarchy until she met Lore, but she had heard about the archangels. Heck, why she imagined they’d be all white-robed and shining with light since Lore appeared like Death had come calling when she first saw him?—
Sword guy’s words penetrated her tumultuous thoughts.
“What mate?” she asked, frowning at him. “Wait, you mean me?”
His eyes burned a molten silver as they met hers. Then, a terse nod.
“Nia, it’s what I’ve been trying to tell you,” Lore said.
“Nia?”The man’s eyes narrowed. He stepped closer, his gaze skimming her face as he studied her. “I don’t fucking believe it!” He rounded on Lore, the white glow of rage back in his eyes. “You fucking knew?”
A knock sounded.
“Not now!” he snarled.
Michael countered, “Come in.”
“Well, shit’s about to go everywhere.” Lore sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Nia frowned at his messed-up idiom.
The door opened, and a petite figure slipped inside. In the firelight’s dim glow, Nia could only make out that the woman was about her height and age, but something about her made Nia’s skin prickle with an inexplicable familiarity.
