“As for sending you on your way … that’s certainly not my intention.”
She fought his grip on her wrists, then planted her hands on his chest. Her insistent shove didn’t move him, so he helped her out, stepping back to give her space.
“I’m good enough to be your whore, but not good enough for you to help me find my sister?”
Christ Almighty. How had they gone from making out to her attempting to reduce him to ash with a glare?
He took another step back. “I wish I could, Orianna. I really do.”
“I thought you said you were an angel?”
The wordangelcame out with the same emphasis as she would’ve put on something she detested.
“Aren’t angels supposed to be good?”
In myths, sure. Sometimes Eclipse wondered if there’d ever been any good in him. But he didn’t reveal as much to Orianna. He figured she had enough to deal with at the moment.
“I think it’s time for me to go,” she said, hopping down from the barstool. “Thanks for the drink and the entertainment.”
Eclipse didn’t move, didn’t speak. He couldn’t.
“I guess I’ll just see myself out, then.”
“Don’t go,” he said softly, needing her to stay with him. Not only because the past few weeks had been hell or because he couldn’t stand the thought of her being out there alone. Now that he’d touched her, kissed her, their souls were entwined. Any distance between them was going to be brutal.
There was a hint of regret in her eyes when she said, “I don’t want to leave, but if you won’t help me…”
“I told you, I can’t.”
Orianna’s voice was raised when she asked, “Why the hell not?”
Eclipse turned away, unable to look in her face when he said, “Because your sister’s dead, Orianna.”
Her sharp inhale was like a blade through his heart.
Chapter Twelve
Dead?
Nope. No way. Orianna wasn’t buying it.
Amber was not dead.
She couldn’t be.
“You’re lying,” she snapped.
“I’m not.” There was so much sympathy in his voice it was hard not to believe him.
But why should she? She didn’t know him. Not really. A couple of interactions didn’t count.
Plus, this was likely some carefully crafted ruse. Like angels or vampires were even real. This was all some elaborate hoax designed to… She had no idea what his goal was, but Orianna wasn’t falling for it.
With a huff, she strolled toward the stairs. She was so out of here.
“Orianna, please wait.”
“Fuck you,” she bit out, not bothering to look back at him. “You can go to hell for all I care.”
