The Demon's Desire (A Hearts of the Fallen Novel) (Entangled Covet) by Castle Kendra Leigh

Author:Castle, Kendra Leigh [Castle, Kendra Leigh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Kendra Leigh Castle, Demons, Romance, Demon's Desire, Entangled Covet, Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2013-08-25T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

He’d done it. There was a gentle ripple of power through the air, and, for just an instant, a faint echo of the joy he had once experienced at the arrival of one of his kind.

Even after thousands of years, he hadn’t forgotten after all. He’d thought it would be terrifying if he even got close to summoning Uriel—that it would backfire somehow. More likely, though, was the possibility that nothing would happen. Nothing at all. Just like his frantic, fruitless efforts at Heaven’s gates three years ago, when his damnation had been sealed.

You didn’t have Dru then. The idea startled him, and he pushed it away. It was dangerous to depend on anyone, blood-bound or no. Still…she had helped him. More than he’d known she could, more than he’d had any right to expect.

“I see you remembered after all.” Uriel’s resonant voice banished any lingering good feeling he might have had over his success.

“I did. Try not to be too disappointed,” he said, opening his eyes and remembering that in order to get what he wanted, he needed to not let the white wing get under his skin. The problem was, it was already happening, and he’d never been able to do much about it.

“You’ve done many disappointing things, Meresin. This isn’t one of them. You tapped into the Divine within yourself. It’s still there.”

“Unless by ‘Divine’ you mean the desire not to die a terrible, soulless death, I think you’re missing the mark,” he replied, trying to sound far more casual about it than he felt. There’d been something, yes. But divinity? That would indicate an essential goodness, a lightness in his nature that he just didn’t feel.

“You’re more than you think,” Uriel said, and the words sent an odd chill down Meresin’s spine.

“Whatever I am, it wasn’t enough,” he said softly, trying to keep that particular wound from tearing open and ruining his only chance at survival.

The archangel looked neither remorseful nor impressed. “I could tell you until the skies fall that my judgment isn’t what matters, but you wouldn’t listen.”

“You’d know all about that,” Meresin said flatly.

Uriel had the special distinction of being, outside of the members of the Infernal Council, the last person he wanted to see on any given day. The archangel was big, seven feet tall and as imposing as a medieval knight. His gold curls and chiseled features, however, lent him an air of angelic innocence that Meresin found annoyingly misleading. Archangels were warriors, and this one would take his enormous sword and hack through any evil in his path without batting an eye. At least Uriel generally left his armor at home and arrived in suits or khakis, which he considered a small favor to be thankful for. It surprised him to see Uriel in shorts and a golf shirt today. His wings, a blinding and gold-tipped white, weren’t visible at the moment. He was grateful for that, too. Archangels were normally no better than peacocks.

“What, was it Casual Friday

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