05 Samael by Heather Killough-Walden

Author:Heather Killough-Walden [Killough-Walden, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, Angel, Romance
Published: 2015-08-28T04:00:00+00:00

Apparently, it was the latest in a long line of Strike memorabilia, created by her, personally, in memory of her late dog. It was the dog Gregori had killed.

The pretense for their luncheon together had been Samael, but Max suspected Gregori was in fact the reason they were really all gathered there, ordering fries and shakes at the Rainforest Café. If there had ever been call for a general plan, this had been it.

The group finished ordering, the waiter left, and Max opened his mouth to begin their discussion, when the table was interrupted by the approach of two teenage girls. One was holding a napkin and a pen. She walked up to Uriel, looking nervous enough to swallow her own face, and cleared her throat.

“Excuse me… Mr. Daniels?”

Uriel blinked in momentary confusion. Then, suddenly he remembered. He was in public. And in public, he was not Uriel the archangel, he was Christopher Daniels, the uber-famous star of the Comeuppance vampire series. Before Max’s eyes, Uriel straightened and slapped on a killer smile. He turned to face the girl and his light-beam grin landed on her full-force.

Beside him, Eleanore was being a good sport. She hadn’t yet rolled her eyes, which Max could tell she very much felt like doing.

Gabriel, on the other hand, had failed at that completely, and was not only rolling his eyes but muttering to himself under his breath about “bloody idiot actors” and their “bloody big britches.”

But the girls seemed not to notice. One had long lustrous red hair, much like Rhiannon’s, except that it was highlighted with bright green streaks. She had a smattering of freckles and bright green eyes. The other girl, the one with the napkin and the pen, had long black hair like Eleanore’s. Except, hers was also streaked through with stripes of green. Her eyes were also emerald in color.

Max frowned. He hadn’t noticed that at first. Very vivid eyes. Those kind were rare, and he could tell these were not contacts.

“Would you mind terribly if we had your autograph?” the black-haired girl asked.

Uriel reached out to take the pen and napkin, which the girl obviously chose to use because she didn’t have anything else. “Not at all,” he answered charmingly. “It’s my pleasure.”

“Uriel.”

Everyone froze at the sound of Lilith’s voice cutting through the quiet tension. They turned to look at her.

“Don’t touch anything those girls offer you,” she warned.

Uriel blinked, looking stunned. Max could tell the archangel wanted to ask her why he shouldn’t touch anything, but the fact that she’d referred to him as Uriel and not Christopher Daniels was probably explanation enough. Something was wrong with those girls.

Max should have known.

He and the others seemed to come to the same conclusion at once, as suddenly there was a burst of movement. Chairs scraped across the floor, forks and knives went flying, and drinks were spilled as the lot of them scrambled into offensive mode. Azrael and Rhiannon seemed to be of the same mind; both jumped up onto the table to sprint over it in the direction of the girls.

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