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goddess of Anarchy, and Haidee was& undoubtedly something, though no one would say what.
Haidee s tanned skin glowed with health and vitality, a rosy blush stained her cheeks and a
smile brightened her face. She rocked pink highlights in her hair, her arms were sleeved with tat-
toos, and she wore an adorable Hello Kitty dress. Zacharel refused to so much as glance in her
direction, had barely even acknowledged her, yet Annabelle battled the urge to walk over there
and hug her.
Why?
Better question: Harpies, goddesses, human-looking girls of mysterious origin what else was
out there? What else was Annabelle ignorant about?
A glint of silver caught her attention and Annabelle bent down to pick up& a dagger. Sweet!
The battle was over, yeah, but better safe than sorry, considering what surrounded her.
You re glaring at my friends, and now you re armed. Why are you glaring at my friends, hu-
man& girl& person? The redhead stepped into Annabelle s personal space, claiming her notice
by rising on her tiptoes to pat her on the top of her head. Never mind, I can guess. You think that
because they re possessed, they re pure evil. Well, news flash, china doll. The demons are evil,
but the guys who house them are marshmallows. I m the real nightmare here.
At five feet nine, Annabelle towered over the girl. She lifted her gaze to Zacharel, who stood
as unyielding as an iron fence, silently asking if he would get into trouble if she knocked Kaia
around. Did no one know the difference between Chinese and Japanese?
He gave a negative shake of his head. Never mess with a Harpy.
I still have no idea what a Harpy is, Annabelle pointed out.
A death machine, that s what, Kaia said.
But&
No buts, Annabelle. Zacharel looked to the redhead. And, Kaia. Behave.
Fine. But only because you somehow turned this black as night day into a bright shining
light, so I m gonna do you a solid and obey. Want to know how you did that, huh, huh? Good,
I ll tell you. She barely paused to pop a bubble with her gum. You used to give Lysander crap
about dating my darling sister, but look at you now. You re pulling a Paris and dating a Hunter,
aren t you, and they re the worst of the worst!
Pulling a Paris? A hunter?
Zacharel must have sensed Annabelle s confusion. The Hunters are fanatical slayers of the
paranormal. They will do anything, even destroy an entire city of innocents, to meet their goals.
I am not a Hunter, she snapped.
That s what they all say, honey.
Zacharel released a long-suffering breath. To Kaia, he said, Annabelle hasn t yet learned
that a man is not the same as the demon tormenting him, that a man can fight the evil and win,
and that too many people believe in acting on what they feel and see rather than believing that
they can have more, do better, like the Lords. And I can t blame her. I have only recently learned
this lesson myself.
So the Lords had fought against the evil of their demons and won? Such a victory must have
come at a terrible price, she thought, remembering the number of battles she d fought and lost.
Respect for them bloomed, and she forced her grip to ease on the dagger only to realize Kaia
had wrapped her hand around her wrist, claws sinking past skin, probably even into bone. Scald-
ing heat radiated from her.
You re too hot, Annabelle gritted out. Hotter than Zacharel s hands sometimes were.
The tiny female smiled unabashedly. I know, right! But my twin sister is way hotter, I prom-
ise.
Twin? There were two of them?
Kaia, Zacharel began, as Annabelle said, Let go of me, tiny tot. Now.
Tiny tot. Cute. But what s the magic word?
Kaia! Zacharel and Strider said in unison.
Nope. That s not it.
Annabelle blurted out a rough, I ll kick you in your lady balls if you don t.
Bingo! One by one, Kaia pried her nails loose, leaving little red welts on Annabelle s skin.
I think you re the weirdest person I ve ever met, Annabelle groused.
And you re the sweetest. So tell me, Kaia said, and popped another bubble. Is Zacharel a
good lover? Because I ve got big money on the answer being no. Yeah, he has big hands, and he
really knows what to do with them on a battlefield, but have you ever tried to banter with him?
Dude is clueless. I figure the same cluelessness extends to the mattress mambo.
Uh& Suddenly everyone in the room was staring at her. Including Zacharel. He s, uh,
great? Never had she been more uncomfortable.
Oh, man. Kaia s shoulders slumped.
Strider, the demon keeper of Defeat, whooped and fist-pumped the air. Told you, baby doll.
I told you.
Kaia spun, piercing him with a glare. The fact that you won a bet about another man s sexu-
ality isn t something to brag about, you idiot.
He blew her a kiss. You re sexy when you re a sore loser.
She brightened, fluffed her hair. Of course I am, but I challenge you to prove it.
With pleasure. The two just kind of leapt at each other, kissing as if the other s mouth held
a lifesaving supply of oxygen.
Does anyone else find this bizarre? Apparently not. A rapid-fire conversation ensued
between the rest of the males.
Zacharel: The club?
The scarred warrior, Death: Cleaned out.
Zacharel: The humans?
The beautiful Promiscuity: Unharmed, as requested.
Zacharel: Demons and the demon possessed?
The goddess of Anarchy joined in, pumping her fist toward the ceiling as Strider had done. I
killed them dead!
Zacharel: What?
Anya, pouting: Fine. I only killed them dead in my mind. I had Lucien lock them up, as you
commanded. Happy now?
The big, black warrior with dark eyes said something through sign language before throwing
his arm around the pink-haired babe. Amun and Haidee were dating& or whatever it was called
when two not-quite humans hooked up?
Zacharel gripped Annabelle s shoulders and forced her to face him. When she met his gaze,
the rest of the room ceased to exist. There was only her angel and his emerald eyes. He said,
I m leaving you here, with the warriors and their women. They will not hurt you, and you will
not hurt them.
First she experienced another wave of panic he s leaving you again! then anger you
don t need him, you can take care of yourself! then determination. Who better to teach her
about the different kinds of demons than demons themselves? Wasn t that why Zacharel had
morphed into one during their first sparring lesson? Although& could she really believe any-
thing these people told her?
Fine, whatever, she said, trying for a lighthearted tone. So where are you going?
He ignored the question. Vow it.
She sighed. I won t hurt your friends unless they attack me. I vow it. Now, where are you
going?
Below. I will not leave the club without you, and no one in this room will attack you, he
said loudly, so that everyone could hear. They will keep you safe, putting their lives at risk if
necessary. Even if they do not trust you. Won t they?
Silence.
Won t they? he shouted.
Wow. She d never heard him raise his voice like that.
Murmurs of agreement echoed.
Just so you know, I m trustworthy, she grumbled.
Are you? He gave her a little shake. It s too bad you wouldn t say the same about me.
You thought I meant to trade you and desert you here. You actually thought I would let Burden
and his men hurt you to save another angel.
Anger radiated from him, shaming her. Isn t that what you wanted me to think?
Yes, but you didn t have to do it.
Well. Hmm. Maybe I didn t. I mean, I don t actually recall ever saying anything about the
stupid plan you refused to share with me until too late.
You thought it. There s no denying that.
Being with a man incapable of telling a lie a whole lot of awesome. Being with a man who
could taste when you lied sucked the big one. I m sorry, okay? I ve never had someone pro-
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