Angel Betrayed by Eden Cynthia

Author:Eden, Cynthia [Eden, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Published: 2012-06-25T22:00:00+00:00

Tomas locked the door of his motel room. Sweat trickled down his back. He was being hunted.

He peeked out of the sagging blinds. The early rays of sunlight streaked across the sky, making the heavens look blood-red.

Heaven wasn’t supposed to bleed. Bad things are coming. He understood the omen.

He grabbed the phone off the bedside table. He knew when he was in over his head.

Fucking now.

One ring. Two. There was only one guy who could help him. Provided, of course, that the bastard wasn’t just in the mood to stand back and watch him die. After their last encounter—one that had ended in fists and fire—there was really no telling.

But then Sammael answered his phone.

“Sam! I’m in trouble . . .” Not that Sam usually cared about that, not for anyone, but . . .

I’ll make a deal with him.

“Tomas?” There was a murmur in the background. Sounded like a woman’s voice. It figured the Fallen would be fucking.

I’d be screwing, too, if I didn’t have someone aiming for my head.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s me . . .” He glanced out of the blinds again. He didn’t see anyone, yet. But he probably wouldn’t see them coming. Good hunters never showed themselves until they were ready to make the kill. “I’ve got a problem, and I don’t really care how much I have to pay, but I need some help.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I-I’m being hunted.”

There’d been some coyote shifters who’d gone after Fallen before, or, more specifically, after their angel blood. Because it was so pure, their blood was very, very powerful.

But this was different. He’d caught the scent, and he knew. “It’s one of our own,” he snapped at Sam. “One of our own is gunning for me.”

“Where are you?” Sam didn’t sound surprised or worried. Nothing new there. Emotions were supposed to hit angels when they fell to earth, but Tomas hadn’t noticed that Sam ever felt much of anything—other than boredom.

“Anahuac.” He’d been sinning his way through most of Mexico. What was the point of falling if you couldn’t enjoy some sin? “At a rundown dump of a motel three miles from the main cantina. Are you in New Orleans? Are you—”

“I’m in Laredo. I can be there to meet you in a few hours.”

Something thudded into his door. Something very hard and very big.

His hand clenched around the phone. “I don’t think I’ve got that long.”

The door began to splitter apart.

I don’t have any time at all. The devil was already at his door.

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