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

is vast and there are many parts where I never venture.” His piercing golden gaze dropped to Lysia and narrowed. “I hope you are not from the area where the demons prefer the taste of mortal flesh.”
    Lysia’s eyes widened and she came close to growling at him. “I feed on blood, not flesh.”
    He lifted his broad shoulders in an easy shrug. “It is almost the same thing.”
    Lysia shot to her feet and Nevar caught her wrist.
    “Lay off her.” His voice was little more than a deep rumble and she looked back at him, catching the violet in his eyes before they melted back to cool green.
    “I take only blood,” she whispered.
    His beautiful eyes shifted to her and he nodded. “I know you take only blood, and now everyone knows.”
    “Like a vampire.” That snapped her attention back to Taylor.
    Lysia shook her head. “Not like the pervert at the bar.”
    Nevar relayed that for her. The big tawny-haired angel smiled grimly, his dark eyes sparking with golden flecks of fire.
    Taylor laughed. “I see you met my ex.”
    “She threw him across the bar with a telekinetic blast.” Nevar smiled and Lysia couldn’t help smiling too. Her power had impressed him, and that was only a tiny fraction of what she could do.
    “Nice.” Taylor grinned. “Erin will love her. She does love a Hell raiser.”
    “She is a Hell raiser,” Einar said and everyone nodded in agreement.
    Lysia wasn’t sure whether they meant that as a good thing. She looked back down at Nevar, seeking the answer from him. When his firm lips curved into a smile that stirred heat in her belly, she took it that it was a compliment, and that he liked it about her, just as the half-demon did.
    And the mysterious Erin would.
    “Then it is settled that we should take Lysia to Veiron and Erin and see if they can help her,” Asmodeus said but there was only darkness in his voice and his expression, and she felt his power rising, coming to press against hers. She held her ground, uncertain what the dark angel intended, but unwilling to show him any fear. His golden gaze slid to her and crimson bled into the edges of his golden irises. “If you try anything… if you raise a hand to harm anyone on the island… I will kill you.”
    Nevar was on his feet in an instant, pulling her behind him so quickly that her head spun from the swift jarring movement. He growled and flashed his fangs at the angel he called master, his eyes blazing violet and the skin around them turning to inky shadow.
    “You dare lay a hand on her and I will kill Liora,” he snarled, the vicious growl more beast than man, and she felt the evil within him, the intent to spill blood and the pleasure that thought gave to him.
    He desired to make his master suffer.
    Such desires only gave the evil he wanted to purge more hold over him.
    Lysia laid her hand on the back plate of his violet-edged black armour again, between the vertical slits, a need to soothe him compelling her to touch him and make him aware of her presence and that she knew his pain.
    His tremendous suffering.
    Some of his anger abated, draining from the air around them, and the thundering beat of his heart in her ears began to slow.
    “Do not try me, Nevar, and do not threaten Liora,” Asmodeus growled and rose to his full height, using it to tower over Nevar. The black-haired male glared down at him and folded his arms across his bare chest. “You have hurt her enough. It will be your death if you attempt anything like that again.”
    His furled obsidian wings arched higher on his back, and she mentally cursed him for using such an intimidation tactic, making him appear larger to his opponent. Angels had done such a thing to her. She remembered it. She remembered them towering above her while she lay on the ground, their wings held aloft and haughty expressions on their victorious faces.
    She breathed harder as her throat closed and her head ached, a trickle of panic making her fingers tingle. She twitched them and