Fallen Angel Reclaimed: The Complete Series by Lacey Carter Andersen
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Surcy waited impatientlyin the back of the car, tapping her fingers on her legs. Tristan was sleeping in the front seat, snoring loudly. Daniel reassured her that by the morning, his injuries would have greatly healed.
But still, she was shocked by the impact seeing him hurt had had on her. She had fought like an avenging angel. There had been no thoughts. No hesitation. She’d simply killed and killed.
How did I know what to do?
It was frustrating to know her memories lived somewhere inside her, trapped. She just wanted them back. She wanted to be who she was before. She wanted to be the woman the demons had loved. Will that ever happen?
Daniel cleared his throat. “So,” he drew out the word. “About before.”
Her gaze flickered to his dark eyes that stared back at her in the rearview mirror. “Yes?”
He stared at her. “Anything to say about it?”
Folding her arms in front of her chest, she raised a brow. “Nope.”
She felt immensely satisfied when his lips curled into a smile. “Good.”
What does that mean?She was thankful he hadn’t pressed for more. Her thoughts were still so scattered and uncertain. She felt something for Daniel. Attraction. Curiosity. But those things weren’t enough of a reason to fall into bed with him. She needed… more.
Truth be told, she felt something unique and different for all three of them.
A chill moved along her flesh raising goose bumps along her skin. For a second, she simply sat stiffly in her chair. And then, she knew. Some magic was warm, some was hot, but the angel’s was always cold.
Opening her car door, she stepped out, ignoring Daniel’s protests. In the bright night sky, she saw the angels as they flew. They wanted her to see them, but why?
They could teleport wherever they wanted. So why fly? What point were they making?
“Surcy?”
She spun.
Mark stood, gripping the trunk of tree. His face was a swollen, battered mess. His glasses were gone. One eye was swollen closed, and blood ran down his neck.
She raced toward him, catching him under his arm and trying to keep him upright. Tears choked her throat. They’d done this. Those angel bastards had hurt him! Sweet, gentle Mark!
“Brother!” Daniel came at them like a bat-out-of-hell.
He froze in front of them. “Who did this? Where are they?”
Mark spit blood, sagging forward as Daniel caught him. “Angels. Gone.”
Tension radiated from Daniel as they half-lifted, half-dragged Mark toward the car. When he helped his brother in and closed the door, he made a quiet promise. “Someone is going to suffer for this.”
As Surcy climbed into the seat next to them, her thoughts echoed his words. Yes. Someone will pay. At home, they struggled but finally managed to get Mark and Tristan both into bed. The two men looked awful, but they would heal. And most importantly, they’d live.
As she paced the living room, she couldn't stop shaking. She wasn’t scared. Far from it. In fact, she wanted to hurt someone. Badly.
Daniel entered the room. He’d showered. His blond hair looked darker wet, and he hadn’t bothered to comb it into his normally neat hairdo. It spiked all over his head in a way that was far too tempting. He wore no shirt, and a pair of grey sweat pants that hung so low on his hips that her jaw dropped.
“It isn’t polite to stare.”
Her gaze jerked up. And Daniel, damn him, was grinning ear-to-ear.
Her cheeks heated. “I wasn’t staring! I’m just—frustrated!”
“Me too. I’m not used to going this long without sex.”
Her mouth dropped open again. “That wasn’t what I meant at all, and you know it!”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He went to the wet bar and made himself a drink. “Want one?”
It took her a second to answer him. “No, thanks.”
He shrugged, grabbed his drink, and plopped down on the couch. “So, what’s got such a pretty woman so frustrated?”
She rolled her eyes. “How about the fucking angels who beat up Mark? How about Tristan nearly dying from those Shadow Hounds?”
He took a slow sip of his drink. “No one ever said doing the right thing wouldn’t get you bitch-slapped all over town.”
“That’s all you have to say?”
“What do you want me to say?” He stared. “That it isn’t fair. That it isn’t right. What good would that do?”
She shook her head. “But this whole thing is wrong. My mind is a scramble of things I know, even though I have no idea how I know them. And one thing I’m sure of is that demons are the ones that are supposed to be taking advantage of people. They hurt humans and cause chaos, and it’s an angel’s job to keep them in line.”
His mouth curled into a smile that was sexy-as-hell. “That’s the thing. Just because you’re told something enough times doesn’t make it true.”
She threw her hands in the air and stomped over to him, plopping herself on the couch next to him. Without asking, she grabbed his drink and took a long drink. “God,” she winced and handed it back to him. “That’s awful!”
He laughed. “You never did like scotch. You could drink margaritas until you were belting karaoke, but you always turned your nose up at the hard stuff.”
Staring straight ahead, she spoke without thinking. “It’s so weird not knowing who I am, but I bet it’s stranger for you guys.”
“It sucks about as bad as reaching for a steak and getting tofu, that’s for sure.”
She smiled and looked at him. “You’re actually a little funny.”
He winked. “Don’t tell.”
“So, what happens now?”
His humor vanished. “We let them heal up, and then we go help another person.”
We’re going to do this all over again?
