My Angel Lover, Have Mercy On Me by Mandy Rosko

Author:Mandy Rosko
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires, angels, gay, paranormal romance, revenge, redemption, demons, mm, forbidden love, reunion, star crossed lovers, kidnapping fantasy, kidnapping captive, mandy rosko, rizzo rosko
Publisher: Mandy Rosko

Chapter Thirteen

As the sun fell into the hills—a round, bald head laying down for sleep—it let out one last burst of light before disappearing entirely. Frederik's hands gripped the warm, wooden edge of the battlements he stood on. Having the rays of the sun against his fur in wolf form did not compare to the warmth against his bare skin . . . the lack of fear, of pain. Of course, the mortal warriors preparing in the courtyard below would not have stopped to appreciate it, spoiled creatures that they were.

Hands ghosted around his neck, and Michael removed the chain, ending its power over him. Even with the darkness now overpowering the light, without the aid of the chain, he could now feel the heat in the air through his clothes, and an instant layer of sweat dampened his garments and made him itch.

Frederik was a true vampire once more. The sunlight had been beautiful, and he was glad he had it while he could. It was a gift . . . one of many he had received on this journey .

"I have a plan," Michael said.

That voice irritated him. Michael had no appreciation of how difficult this was for him. "What would that be?"

"Jophiel's sword. Had he beheaded ye with it, as he should have"—Frederik's fists clenched, but Michael ignored this—"his wings would have been returned to him, and he would have been brought back to the Heavens. 'Tis the sword enchantment that decides, not the one who wields it. If that sword takes yer head, Jo returns to his rightful place."

Frederik rubbed his face. Men were milling about, some with muskets, most with crossbows. The men on the ground level all carried bastard swords, lances, and daggers.

Jo had made a comment about the battlements being made for cannons, but it seemed MacNiel could not afford cannons as of yet, considering the expense of the work he had put into the walls. They would have to make do.

With the sun down, they expected an attack at any moment and at any hour of the night. If nothing came tonight, they would have to stand watch tomorrow night. And over and over again until their enemy finally came. Frederik could not die until then. Not when his strength could be of such use to help save these people.

"What are you suggesting?"

"I am suggesting we stop Zadkiel before he goes so far there can be no forgiveness for him."

"Forgiveness for him?" The very idea that an angel who was entirely responsible for sending Frederik on that—he could not stand it! "You filthy—"

Michael's hand shot out like a flying arrow, his hand finding Frederik's face, his fingers digging into his cheeks and gripping his entire jaw. Frederik's fangs cut into the flesh inside his mouth as Michael yanked him closer, a calm smile on his face as though they were still having a gentlemanly discussion. "Do not presume to question my love and loyalty for my brother." He squeezed harder, pushing Frederik's fangs deeper inside.

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