Free Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7) by Felicity Heaton Page A

Hell, but the last thing she remembers is Thebes… as a bustling city.” Nevar slumped back into the couch, the action causing his legs to relax and part further.
    His left knee brushed hers.
    She burned where they touched and couldn’t stop herself from looking at him.
    He screwed his eyes shut and tight lines bracketed his sensual mouth.
    “Are you unwell?” She took hold of his left shoulder and tensed. His arm was like a rock beneath her hand, his powerful muscles speaking to a deeply feminine part of her and stirring wanton thoughts.
    She snatched her hand back and blinked, unsure how to handle the way she reacted to him but certain that she couldn’t allow it to get the better of her and act on her impulses.
    He rubbed a spot on his black armour over his heart. “Oh, I could not be better. I have the Devil mad at me, a beast on the loose, and a woman who cannot communicate with the majority of the world dumped on me.”
    She glared at him for that, crossed her arms over her chest and wished him pain.
    He growled and curled into a ball, clutching his chest with both hands. His lips peeled back off his fangs and the darkness crawled over his skin, gaining ground as it twined up his arms and snaked over his thighs.
    “Fucking son of a bitch,” he barked and clawed at his black armour.
    Asmodeus rubbed the same spot over his heart. “The beast?”
    Einar took hold of the dark angel’s arm and spun the male to face him. “This beast on the loose… wouldn’t go by the name of the Great Destroyer, would it?”
    The King of Demons nodded. “I was coming to warn the others while Nevar attempted to locate it. We could not find it in Hell.”
    The angel paled. The half-demon paled with him.
    “You all fear the destroyer?” Lysia said, looking between them all, including Nevar.
    He snarled and sweat dotted his brow. “Right now, I just want to kill the fucking thing to stop it from hurting me.”
    Lysia pressed her left hand to his cheek and closed her eyes, focusing on him and his pain. She pushed past the surface layers of it, heading deeper into him, forging a connection between them that would allow her to steal it away. There was so much pain inside him, most of it not born from whatever connection he shared with the destroyer. His deepest suffering stemmed from the things he had done and she couldn’t take that pain away for him. Only he could heal it.
    She snipped away the pain his link to the destroyer caused him, severing the ties that bound them. It would be a temporary reprieve, a mere weakening of whatever part of their connection transferred pain from one to the other. It would restore itself before long.
    Her heart ached as his settled, the hurt in it eating away at her, leaving her trembling inside.
    She drew her hand away from his face when he opened his eyes and looked at her, his jade ones overflowing with astonishment and gratitude.
    Lysia schooled her features so he wouldn’t see the pain she now held within her, hurt that stemmed from both her and from him, blended together into a deep ache that throbbed within her breast.
    “I think I will just go ahead and admit right now that I do not have a Scooby Doo what she is,” Taylor said with a wide smile. “But she is made of all kinds of awesome. Erin is going to love her.”
    Nevar growled at the half-demon.
    “Get over it.” She made another rude gesture to him.
    Erin. That name had been mentioned by everyone several times now and each time Nevar had reacted adversely.
    “Who is Erin?” she said to Nevar and he ignored her.
    He shifted to the edge of the couch and leaned forwards, resting his elbows on his bare knees. “You have never seen anything like her, or heard of anything like her?”
    Taylor shook her head, causing her glossy black hair to bounce against her shoulders. “Nope. Hasn’t Asmodeus? He’s as old as the hills and spent his whole life in Hell.”
    The King of Demons shook his head too.
    “Not in my lifetime. Hell