“Not yet. Did you find Katrina?” Kayden asked.
“She’s on her way, driving, and all packs are on high alert and on the hunt for a demon.”
“Good. Hope she can help us figure out this prophecy shit.”
And once we save Isabella, she can conjure some magical pants that cover you up after your runs.
Chapter 21
Belle
That wasn’t a scent I recognized.
If it wasn’t Joshua, Alec or Kayden, who the fuck was lying on top of my back, pinning me to the ground? Who the fuck could track me down to the middle of the woods and find me here without being able to smell or hear them as they followed?
I dug my claws in the snow, ready to pounce back. But then cold air blew at me, and I was…fucking levitating?
My head twisted, and I saw them. Massive wings. Batting around me. Then the pink and turquoise eyes glared at me. As Zavariel held me tight against him, and I squirmed to set myself free of his grip, I found out I was too weak to struggle against an angel’s strength while we flew away.
Dizzy, I closed my eyes and took long breaths in and out to fight the nausea. Even with all my supernatural power, flying with an angel—damn, Archangel Asshole was really flying me above the clouds—spiked up my instincts and put them on defensive mode.
Fancy words for it scared the shit out of me.
I should have shoved my demon nails in his eyes and clawed them out. I should have sunken my vampire teeth in his neck. I should have wolfed up and jumped. But I just clung to him as if I were a human baby, forgetting all about my supe side, the music ofIn the Arms of An Angelplaying in my head. For a Psychology professor, I had the cheesiest defensive mechanisms ever.
I chuckled at my absurdity, and his glare turned more intense. My chuckle morphed into a full giggle. His brows hooked, his whole face contorting with disbelief. Then we came to an abrupt halt. On top of a fucking cloud.
Now who was being cheesy?
He folded his wings behind his back. “How could you find the audacity to feel a shred of humor in such situation?” His face was so serious—too serious to take his scolding seriously—it made me laugh again.
He gritted his teeth. “Unbelievable.”
“Don’t know what your problem is. It’s a good thing to make a woman laugh. You should be happy about it, not look like you have a bad case of the piles.”
“You are a baffling creature, Isabella Ferro.”
“Thank you.”
“It was not a compliment.”
“You know what, Zava? I—”
“Archangel Zavariel.”
“I’ve just upgraded you from Asshole to Zava. You should be grateful.” I cocked a brow. “And don’t interrupt me. It’s rude.”
His jaws parted and then snapped shut as if he was about to swear but swallowed it. Because he was a fucking angel.
Great. I was so evil I was about to make an angel snap and say a bad word.
“As I was saying, I don’t think you hate me as much as you’re trying to convey. I do believe I intrigue you, and you find me baffling, not in a bad way.”
His incredibly beautiful eyes tightened, and now that we weren’t flying, and my fear had cooled down a nudge, I became awfully aware of the charm of his sparkling hair, perfect skin, and the firmness of his upper body against which I was still cradled.
“I do not hate you,” he said. “I am not an earthly being to hate.”
“C’mon. Spare me the holier than thou crap. Angels are the first haters. Why else did Damien fall, Zava? Didn’t he hate Adam for taking all of Heaven’s attention? Didn’t he try to corrupt Heaven’s favorite pet to prove he was right to hate him? Didn’t his hate inflate to the point he wants nothing more but to destroy Heaven for rejecting him?”
