After surviving an attack from a demon that killed her friend, Maddy Page thought the worst was over.
Word is spreading through the supernatural world about Maddy, the mortal girl with rare gifts. Some want to use her powers; others want to destroy her. One wants to protect her—her boyfriend, an angel named MJ.
MJ knows that the demon that attacked Maddy was sent to collect her by someone very powerful. Someone he has tried and failed to stop before. MJ can’t beat him, but he will do whatever it takes to keep Maddy safe, even if it means turning his back on his own kind.
1)The air around us stills. The sounds from the water and animals disappear. It’s as if nature is curious about the effects an immortal kissing a … well, whatever I am … will have on its delicate balance.
2)Don’t forget—you’re not just any mortal. You stopped me when I made the worst mistake of my life and tried to attack you. You fought off an abnormally skilled demon and saved your sister. As horrified as I am that you had to do that, I’m also glad you can defend yourself.
3)I’m done. I’m done being a pawn in their game. I’m done being her puppet. I’m done being kept in the dark.
Maddy’s beautiful mouth falls as she gasps.
“I–I don’t know if I can.”
“Try. That’s all I’m asking.”
“No, it’s not. You don’t know what you’re asking.
That dream … it’s different. I can’t—I can’t explain it.
Tears line her eyes. Moisture fills the air around us,
ready and waiting to fall as rain the moment that teardrop
breaks free. I will not be the reason behind her pain. I pull
her into me, wrapping my arms around her.
“Hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to explain. I know you
were unconscious and had no control over anything that
happened to you. I just wanted to understand what you
saw and how you saw it. We don’t need to try it. It’s fine.
Nothing is more important to me than you.”
For several moments, she’s silent in my arms. But her
emotions are so chaotic, my essence can barely keep up.
Just as swiftly, though, her emotions settle inside her and
calmness fills the air around us. She’s made her decision.
We’re done for the day. I’m not disappointed or upset by
this. I will never force her to do anything she doesn’t want
to do. I respect her choice.
“If we do this,” she begins, “and it does work,
I arch a brow, caught off guard by her question.
Does this mean she’s considering it? I choose my next
words carefully, not wanting to sway her one way or
the other. “We could practice—work on strengthening