No wonder he’d seemed surprised that Lore hadn’t made the connection about who she was. Jaw set, he sent a mental knock to speak with the archangel.
No response.
Undeterred, he got out his cell. With a thought, his message appeared on his text app.
Why didn’t you tell me about her? And she’s another psionic, isn’t she?
He hit send.
Either way, he would discover the truth about this female.
Chapter
Six
Jesus,the way Lore stared at her, one would think she’d revealed herself as a wanted criminal. The least he could do was ease up with the coldness since she’d never lied to him about being glamoured. If anything, he gaveglaciala new meaning at seeing her true self.
And for some reason, that depressed her a little.
Scowling at her stupidity, Nia trudged along the snow-covered sidewalk.
She rubbed her arms, trying to shake off the chill seeping under her jacket. Worse, prickles crawled beneath her skin like fire ants, the same sensation she’d awoken to after accidentally burning the pillow.
Her heartbeat escalated. Inhaling sharply, she tried to calm down and concentrate on what she needed to get.
As they headed up a side street, Nia took in the quaint two-story buildings. Snow-filled flower boxes lined the windowsills, a few with wilted stems and some greenery poking out of them. The aromatic scent of food drifted to her, and her mouth watered. After she got her things, she’d find that café.
The townsfolk hurried past, hunched in thick outerwear. Several glanced their way only to gawk at the angel beside her.
Naturally, people would be drawn to his angelic beauty and serenity. If only they knew the truth!
She cast Lore a sideways look and found he’d tamped down his aura. Even his striking sunset-red hair appeared a dull brown. Not that it made any difference with his height and gorgeous face. And still, he watched her with an impassive stare.
He’d been doing so ever since her glamour wore off.
And her stupid heart skipped a beat.
Oh, no, no! You stay still, you blood-pumping traitor. I don’t trust you. You make terrible choices. First a demon, now an angel.
“Who asked you to keep me safe?” she asked, shrugging off the unexpected and unwanted pull to a being who possessed no emotions.
“Michael.”
His response jolted her. “Michael?TheMichael? As in the archangel?”
He gave a barely perceptible nod.
Wow! A feather could have tipped her over.
Why would Michael be interested in her safety?
Nia frowned as they turned into the already busy main street, reeling in her questions for later. Her gaze bounced everywhere, from the pretty café with alfresco dining spilling out onto the pavement to the nightclub farther ahead. All sorts of stores lined both sides of the snaking street.
“There.” She waved a hand at the clothing shops. “Those.”
As she bypassed the cafe, the few people inside were hunched over in their seats, steaming mugs clenched between their hands. Nia shivered and huddled in her thin jacket.
Teeth clacking, she hurried into the first clothing store. “I don’t know how long this will take…” She glanced back to find Lore frowning at the men’s shirts in an array of colors and prints hanging on the wall. Unable to resist, she drawled, “You shouldput some color in your wardrobe. Oh, wait, that hair must make up for it.”
