Gena Showalter - Lords Of The Underworld - 7 - The Darkest Angel (in Heart Of Darkness) by tiffy

Author:tiffy [tiffy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-10-20T00:35:21.678000+00:00

you guys are rubbing up against each other.”

Lysander took a menacing step toward her.

“What’s going on?” Paris demanded again, glowering now. Bianka knew he

was picky even if his demon wasn’t.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? Lysander gave me control of his home, so now I get

whatever I want and I want you guys to wrestle. And when you’re done, you’ll

find Kaia and tell her what’s happened, that I’m trapped with a stubborn angel

and can’t leave. Well, I can’t leave until he gets so sick of me he allows the cloud

to release me.”

“Or until I kill you,” he snapped.

She laughed. “Or until Paris kills you. But I hope you guys will play nice for

a little while, at least. Do you have any idea how sexy you both are right now?

And if you want to kiss or something while rolling around, don’t let me stop

you.”

“Uh, Bianka,” Paris began, beginning to look uncomfortable. “Kaia’s in

Budapest. She’s helping Gwen with the wedding, and thinks you’re hiding to get

out of your maid of honor duties.”

“I am not maid of honor, damn it!” But at least Kaia wasn’t worried. The

bitch, she thought with affection.

“That’s not what she says. Anyway, I don’t mind fighting another dude to

amuse you, but seriously, he’s an angel. I need to return to—”

“No need to thank me.” She held out her hands. “A bowl of Lysander’s

popcorn, please.” The bowl appeared, the scent of butter wafting to her nose.

“Now then. Let’s get this party started. Ding, ding,” she said, and settled down

to watch the battle.

CHAPTER SEVEN

LYSANDER COULD NOT BELIEVE what he was being forced to do. He was

angry, horrified and, yes, contrite. Hadn’t he done something similar to Bianka?

Granted, he hadn’t stripped her down. Hadn’t pitted her against another female.

There was the tightening in his groin again.

What was wrong with him?

“I will set you free,” he told Bianka. And sweet Holy Deity, she looked

beautiful. More tempting than when she’d worn that little bit of nothing. Now

she wore a green and black tank that bared her golden arms. Were those arms as

soft as they appeared? Don’t think like that. Her shirt stopped just above her

navel, making his mouth water, his tongue yearn to dip inside. What did I just

say? Don’t think like that. Her pants were the same dark shades and hung low on

her hips.

He’d come here to fight her, to finally force her hand, and judging by that

outfit, she’d been ready for combat. That…excited him. Not because their bodies

would have been in close proximity—really—and not because he could have

finally gotten his hands on her—again, really—but because, if she injured him,

he would have the right to end her life. Finally.

But he’d come here and she’d taught him a quick yet unforgettable lesson

instead. He’d been wrong to whisk her to his home and hold her captive.

Temptation or not. She might be his enemy in ways she didn’t understand, but

he never should have put his will above hers. He should have allowed her to live

her life as she saw fit.

That’s why he existed in the first place. To protect free will.

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