Fallen Angel Reclaimed: The Complete Series by Lacey Carter Andersen
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Caine stoodoutside the tall stone fence that surrounded the demon’s home. On the street, every light had gone out, stolen by his darkness spreading along the ground like a dark fog. Floating above the fence, he flinched as he slid through their protective barrier. It served to keep him and his angels from teleporting in, but nothing could stop him from simply floating through it.
As he ventured above the overgrowth of a badly tamed garden, he sensed the druid’s magic weaved through it all. Vines attempted to rise up and attach to him, but they moved right through him instead.
With each day that passes, my powers grow stronger.
When he neared the house, he saw a shape upon the balcony of one of the rooms. Instantly he knew it was the angel. His soldier. His property.
As he grew closer, he saw the troubled expression on her face. Such a beautiful face.
When the light in her room went out, she turned and looked back at it, frowning. Does she remember this is a sign of my coming? Does she know the fate that is about to befall her?
She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders more tightly and went back to staring out at the gardens. For some reason, it pleased him that she wouldn’t expect his visit.
Remaining hidden, he moved to stand beside her. She shivered, and he leaned closer, letting his dark magic curl around her. Her breath came out in a puff.
She stiffened, but if she knew he was there, she didn’t react.
And then he made himself visible.
He noticed the instant she saw the dark cloud of smoke that surrounded her. She spun, but it was too late. He grasped her by the throat and knocked her back against the wall.
“Caine!”
She was trying to yell, but his magic caught the sound and turned it into a whisper.
“So, my little spy, what do you have to tell me?”
Her eyes widened. “I won’t tell you anything!”
He smiled. This is fun. “That’s just the thing. As my angel, you don’t have choice.”
Diving into her mind, he loved knowing that no one else could hear her pained scream. He rifled through her thoughts and memories over her time with the demons. Most of it was useless, facts he either knew or assumed, but one thing stood out to him.
What is that necklace?
So that’s how they were finding the gods. It was cloaked in an ancient magic. No one who could abuse the power could see it. If it weren’t for his spy, its existence may have remained hidden from him forever.
Pulling out of her mind, she sagged in his arms.
He dragged her to the bed, but kept his hand closed around her throat.
“You won’t—get away with this,” she panted.
Again he smiled, even knowing that she couldn’t see his face. “That’s the thing. I already have.”
He stripped her mind of the memories that contained his visit, then forced her into sleep.
When he stepped back from her, he stared. Such a good little angel.
Now he knew their weakness. He just had to get the necklace. They would be alive and they would no longer be a problem to him.
But such ancient magic is usually connected to its host in a dangerous way. Caine wonderedwhat taking the necklace would do to the young druid.
As he left her bedroom, satisfaction surged through him. The war had barely begun, and already he had won.
