Rebel Angels: The Complete Series by Rosemary A Johns

Author:Rosemary A Johns [Johns, Rosemary A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fantasy Rebel Limited
Published: 2019-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

17

A roar of pain rushed through my head, branching down the nerves of my spine: scorching, white-hot, and blinding.

I juddered, as my ears buzzed, choking on my own body turned barbecue.

Was this death?

Had my head been lopped off, and only my heart still beat, whilst my body flopped on the table in Conference Room D in Perfection Hotel — heart of the Pure vampire fanatics — like a beheaded chicken running around the farmyard?

Two words, Violet-pup: nerves and spine. If your fabulousness is still attached to them, then you’re not headless.

Plus, I’m still working my thing and I’d bet your sweet ass that I’m not welcome inside the Pearly Gates.

The dead don’t talk…

Tune down the drama queen. You wanted a moment…?

This business suited bitch is ruthlessness on a stick. Did you think that you’d get one without being destroyed first?

So, now the bitch believes that she can kill you. Pull on your assassin pants. Finally, you have a chance.

I could feel it: the seared line of the ax’s cut across the back of my neck.

Mischief had simply stood and watched…? Had he even tried to stop Stephanie from decapitating me?

At last, sensation bled back: the hardness of the table underneath me, the cool draught through the window across my temple, and Anarchy’s hand still squeezing mine.

When I could open my eyes again, I met Anarchy’s anguished gaze. He was bent over the table next to me. His eyelashes were wet, and he was paler than me.

I forced myself to give him a shaky smile, even though the muscles of my face felt like they’d been electrocuted with a cattle prod.

The buzzing in my ears quietened enough to hear Mischief’s low murmur to Stephanie, as they hovered behind us. I smarted with shame then because I realized that Mischief had saved me from execution. Although, I wished I could return to my fuzzed agony if it meant blissful ignorance of how.

“…The greatest service, my exquisite goddess…may I call you that?” A delighted simper from Stephanie at Mischief’s suave act. “Such a service that I’d, of course, repay undoubtedly in my willing bondage.” This time a moan, followed by the wet smacking of a snogging. I grimaced. “I’d have her watch, before she died, whilst I’m taken by a pure Fallen.”

I jolted at the cruelty in the jeer, even though I knew that it was part of the test.

But hell, why did it still have to hurt?

Yap, yap, yap.

I booted at the table in frustration. My words were my weapon, and right now I was as kickass as a chihuahua.

“After, once we’ve slaughtered the monster...” Stephanie kicked the back of my knees, tumbling me to the floor; I tangled in the leash, which was attached to Mischief’s wrist. I twisted, gasping as my handcuffed hands caught on the carpet. “…And you’re liberated of your wings — a purified solider marching into the light — we’ll make a feast of the humans, and they shall worship the shadows because they’ll know to fear them.

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