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Eden put a leash on her pornographic thoughts and left Spencersin a hurry.
She headed out of the store and ended up wandering around Books-A-Million. She started off in the romance section, strolling down aisles, looking at all the pretty book covers. Her favorite author had a new book out. She picked it up and read the blurb.
At the other end of the aisle, a guy peeked at her. He was definitely her type, a bit skinny, a bit nerdy with tats from his wrists and up his arms until they disappeared under his short-sleeved shirt. Her libido didn’t rev for the straitlaced guys with nine-to-five jobs. She liked men with an edge. The bad boys who lied to her, pawned her jewelry, and cheated.
Yeah, her taste in men needed an upgrade. That’s why she’d been celibate for the last two years. Agone and Seren flashed in her mind. Couldn’t say they were straitlaced.
Eden ignored the guy peek-a-booing her and picked up a few spicy novels.
On the way to the cash register, the clearance aisle caught her attention. Never one to pass up a deal, she made a detour. There were a few celebrity cookbooks, journals, sketchbooks, calendars, etc. on sale. She rounded the corner to the second aisle and found the section filled with reference books. She had no interest in Greek, Viking, or even Egyptian mythology. What she had an interest in were two books, both dictionaries on angels and demons, for the bargain price of six ninety-nine each.
Eden made it as far as the food court. She ordered a chai latte from a coffee kiosk and got comfortable.
Ten minutes in, she regretted not buying a notepad, but she had a highlighter and that would do for now. The information was enlightening, especially the demon dictionary. She had no idea there were so many demons, which made sense since demons and angels weren’t on her radar. They weren’t on anyone’s radar.
All shapes, sizes, and powers. Thank God, they were confined in Hell. Well, most of them. How did the ones who were free escape? How did Agone escape? Who wrote these tomes? She glanced at the authors and wasn’t surprised both said Anonymous.
Head spinning, she sat back in her chair and reached for her latte. She wanted a rum and coke. No less than sixteen ounces filled to the brim; eighty percent rum, twenty percent coke. No ice. For now, the latte would have to do. The stalker from the bookstore was at the opposite end of the food court, reading a magazine, minding his own business. Maybe he wasn’t a stalker, maybe he was just a guy, and she was out of her damn mind. The latter was a definite possibility. Would a therapist believe her?
Hey, last night I was attacked and almost died, and then an angel and a demon showed up at my apartment and said I’m the Chosen one.
No sane person would buy it.
“I’m so fucked.”
“Not yet but soon.” Agone sat his enormous body in the chair opposite her.Sheesh!Daylight did his body good. He was a bigger, broader, meaner version of Jason Momoa without the scruffy beard. He was all rough edges, no curves, the type of man who’d leave you bruised inside and outside, but you’d love every ding and the story they told. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy ached.
Eden huffed and shoved the bout of lust away. “That’s the second time you’ve said that, and you’re still no closer to my panties.”
His smile was this side of Hell, totally wicked and lava hot. “This is only day two. Who knows what day three, four, and five will bring?”
Lord help her! He looked... fuckable in a T-shirt, Harley Davidson leather vest, jeans, and combat boots. His jet-black hair was disheveled and flowing to his linebacker shoulders, and a twinkle glinted in his dark eyes. By the blatant staring from the female population around the food court, they felt the same way.
Stop looking at him!“What are you doing here?”
Lips twisted in a wry grin, he picked up the book on demons and thumbed through the pages, pausing on the pages she highlighted. “A bit of light reading?”
“Know thy enemy.”
“I’m not your enemy.”
That remains to be seen. “Where’s the angel?”
Agone shrugged. “I am not my brother’s keeper.”
“Brothers? I don’t think Seren would appreciate that.”
“It’s not a lie. Demon. Angel. One coin. Two sides.”
She understood that. Depending on her mood, she could be an angel or flip the script and be a demon. She refused to tell him that though. “Since you’re in the mood to share, how is it you’re not trapped in Hell?”
He leaned back all relaxed, looking like a snack. His shirt stretched over hard pecks and an eight pack. Eight packs didn’t exist, in humans.
“When it comes to demons, I’m top level, love. I come and go as I please.”
“Even in the daylight?”
His mouth thinned. “I admit I am not at my best when the sun is high. But I am still deadly.”
