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“I don’t want to know,” I said curtly. As a former angel of the seventh order, Joriel could sense human emotions. The skill was useful to knowing how to approach a human when delivering a divine message. I didn’t want his insight into Sierra’s feelings, however. Our relationship was none of his fucking business, and he didn’t need to be interfering.
“Okay then.” Joriel stood from the couch. “I’m going to go buy some more suitable clothes. I’ll see you at the club.”
I spent the rest of the time Sierra and Kylie were getting ready pacing the living room. I thought I’d feel better once my brothers were gone, but I still felt on edge.
It would be so easy to fall back into the pattern of working with them. We’d done countless jobs together over the years, and if I was being totally honest, we did better as a team than we did on solo jobs.
For a mission as important as Sierra’s life, it would be nice to have the backup. The only problem was I didn’t know if my brothers and I were still on the same side. And I couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not when it came to her life.
Kylie’s bedroom door opened, and I looked up.
Every thought exited my brain in about half a second as I took in the deep blue dress that clung to Sierra’s curves. It was strapless with a heart-shaped neckline that drew attention to the perfect swells of her breasts. The skirt was tight and stopped no more than a handful of inches past her ass, and my eyes got a little stuck on the white skin of her legs before making their way back up to her face. Her long waves of wine-red hair were loose, framing her face. The makeup didn’t look bad. Her eyes were highlighted in black, and her lips were painted a slightly darker pink than their normal color, but she wasn’t covered in products. I could still see her freckles. She still looked like her.
“What do you think?” She took a step closer to me, and the dress sparkled as she moved.
“I think my chances of killing someone tonight just got astronomically higher.”
She giggled, stopping right in front of me. I looked down at her. Despite the strappy heels she was wearing, she was still tiny.
I ran my fingers over her hair, following the curve of her ear. “You’re radiant.”
Somewhere behind her, Kylie stepped out of the room, but I didn’t look away from Sierra.
“Are you ready to go?” she asked, catching the hand that I was using to stroke her hair.
The three of us piled into Sierra’s car and headed downtown. I hadn’t been to this part of the city since the day I saved Sierra from the first demon attack and could have lived without ever coming back. Light spilled from various stores, restaurants, and bars over the sidewalks. Cars lined the streets, and there was a steady stream of people walking from place to place. There was very little nature or beauty here. Everything reeked of human interference.
Siren Song, the club Samuel had chosen, didn’t look particularly special from the outside. It was a single-story, windowless building made of white and gray brick tucked between a tattoo parlor and a Mexican restaurant. Samuel leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, chewing on a fresh toothpick.
“Took you long enough,” he commented.
“We had a car to park. Not all of us flew here.”
He smirked at me. “Look at you acting all human.”
I glared at him. “Where’s Joriel?”
“Already inside.” Samuel held out his arm to Kylie. “Shall we?”
I clutched Sierra’s hand tighter as Samuel pulled the door open. He exchanged nods with the bouncers, who normally would be checking for IDs and taking our cover.
We headed straight to the bar where Joriel sat with a glass of what was probably wine in front of him.
“I take it you didn’t have any trouble getting in?”
“I’ve come to an agreement with the bouncers.” Samuel didn’t offer details, and I didn’t ask.
“You guys have a strange moral compass for a bunch of angels,” Sierra muttered.
We really couldn’t argue with that. I could point out that we were Heaven’s assassins and spies more often than not, but I didn’t bother. Sierra knew what we were.
“Band is about to start,” Joriel said, glancing over his shoulder at the stage and dance floor.
“Good.” Samuel slid onto a barstool, leaving one empty between him and Joriel, and signaled to a bartender.
I held Sierra while I watched Joriel share his wine with Kylie.
By the time the music started, Kylie was the perfect amount of tipsy and more than happy to take Samuel’s whispered suggestion that she drag Sierra to the dance floor.
