Daman's Angel by Charmaine Ross

Author:Charmaine Ross [Ross, Charmaine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Charmaine Ross
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The night had been a long one. He’d done the unthinkable.

Made love to an angel.

Not just an angel—but her. She’d been the only one to turn his blood into molten honey and his brain into a mindless fog, where passion and yearning drove out rational thought. He’d been faithful to Michelle since her death. In fact, he hadn’t been the slightest bit interested in anyone. His life had been the force and plotting against the Lepski gang.

Now he’d made love, and she wasn’t a normal woman. Flesh and blood—such flesh and blood the thought made him heat with wanting her again—but not a true woman. A creature of the afterlife, not of this world. And he’d given in to colossal temptation.

There would be no forgiveness.

Swinging his legs out of bed, he went into the bathroom and turned the shower on so scalding hot, it left his skin red and raw. The pain on his body was not enough to scour the guilt and self-recrimination from his mind. He plunged his head under the water and held his breath until his lungs hurt so that he burned inside and out.

May as well get used to the heat. He was sure he’d get his gut-full in the next life.

His breath expelled, sending a spray of water over the tiles. There was no way to relieve his guilt, so he may as well concentrate on the task at hand. Pete should be back soon and they would have to come up with a plan to get to his apartment and take the information he’d gathered. The end of his life would come soon enough and he would have plenty of time after his death to think through the wrong he’d done. At least the priest might help him.

Daman turned the water off, stepped from the shower and scrubbed his reddened skin dry. Winding the towel around his hips, he reached for his phone and called Father Joseph. It went to his voicemail. Daman tried twice again, only to get the same result. It wasn’t like the priest not to answer his calls on the first couple of rings. Frowning, Daman reached for his clothes when Angel came into his room.

His body instantly responded with a kick to the gut and a pull in his groin. He felt himself harden before she’d taken two steps into his room. Mentally cursing, he placed his hands on his hips and faced her.

“I woke and you weren’t there,” she said. There was a hitch in her tone.

He felt the pain in her voice, the misunderstanding that ripped through him, stripped his gut like the decayed half-man he knew he’d become. He’d seen her asleep before steeling into another bedroom, unable to lie with her for the night, unable to forgive himself for what he’d done. It was the selfishness of his actions that garroted his conscience. He’d taken from her—again—and left.

How could he have forgotten Michelle so easily? So… totally.

“I thought you’d sleep better that way,” he said.

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