Free Loving Angel (A Divisa Novel Book 4) by J.L. Weil

not an ability I was born with. It is one I learned.”
    A heavy sigh blew through her lips. “Geez, if you put it like that. Um, I guess I felt this hum in my blood, but at the time, I couldn’t tell if it was because I had been irritated at you for leaving.”
    Leaving her behind normally put her in bitch mode.
    “I also felt this magnetic pull in my gut, leading me.” She tugged on her seat belt. “Between that and the intense tingling of my marks, it was elementary, my dear Watson.”
    Unable to help myself, my lips tipped. “Cute. All joking aside, this is a big deal. If we thought solidifying our bond was legendary, I dread to think what this new connection you’ve forged with Hell will unravel.” I didn’t want to alarm her, but we had to know what we were dealing with. The consequences of what she could possibly do might be damaging or worse—deadly.
    Angel lowered her lashes. “We’re going to have to uncover my new abilities, aren’t we?”
    I kept my eyes centered on the road. “Afraid so, sweet-tart.”
    “Awesome,” came from the peanut gallery in the backseat. “And here I thought college was going to be easy peasy.”
    Lex should know better by now. Nothing in our lives was ever going to be effortless or painless.
    Other than that, the hour trip was humdrum by Divisa standards. For once.

 
     
    Chapter 9
     
    I woke up that first morning with something tickling my ear. My hand swatted blindly through the air in an attempt to shoo away whatever it was. The flutter came again. It had a death sentence.
    Drowsy, I growled and rolled over.
    It giggled.
    Pesky flies, annoying mosquitos, or irritating bees didn’t giggle.
    My eyes shot open. What I saw stole my breath.
    I should have known.
    The tingles that were ever-present when Angel was close were going haywire. She was smiling down at me, looking freshly showered. The smell of hand-plucked peaches and sweet nectar surrounded me. I watched as her long lashes swept up, revealing those shattering eyes.
    “You’re going to be late,” she said.
    I rubbed my hands over my face. “For what?” I yawned, stretching my arms above my head.
    Bringing her face inches from mine, she spoke low. “Freshman orientation, sleepy-butt.”
    “Do I have to?” I grumbled, flipping on my side. I curved an arm over her hips, my blood already humming. Who needed coffee to wake up? Angel was better than any caffeine buzz.
    “Don’t make me—” She pulled at the covers, then immediately froze, her eyes widening. “Are you naked?”
    That did it. My lips upturned into an unapologetic grin, and I caught her eying my fabulous bod.
    Her cheeks flamed. “Seriously. You’re naked.”
    I winked. “I know.”
    She chewed on the inside of her lip, staring at my stomach.
    A burn started in my chest, under my heart. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” I reminded her, reaching out with the intent of thoroughly distracting her.
    The cute pinkness spread on her cheeks. “Oh, no you don’t,” she said, scooting out of my reach. “There is no time for what you have in mind.”
    “Oh, yeah.” Then I whipped back the covers. Let’s just say I wasn’t shy.
    She let out a yelp and jumped from the bed, her hands flying over her eyes. “Chase!”
    I laughed.
    Peeking through her fingers, her blue eyes heated. “You’re deplorable.” She dropped her hands. “Now stop being so tempting and get dressed.” She tossed a shirt she’d plucked off the floor at me and, with averted eyes, started to walk out of the room. As her hand reached the doorknob, she turned, smacking her forehead on the doorframe. “Ouch, dammit,” she cursed.
    Unable to help myself, I rolled over on the bed, laughing hysterically. Water gathered at my eyes. Oh, Angel. What am I going to do with you?
    Grimacing, she held a hand to her head and slammed the door closed.
    I breathed out slowly, grinning, but the humor died the moment she left the room. In its place was a pressure