Free An Angel on A Demon's Shoulder (A BBW Paranormal Romance) (Demon Brothers' Trilogy Book 3) by Marie Mason Page A

Finally, it thinned out, and he breathed a partial sigh of relief. He wouldn’t feel better until Clementine was back in his arms. Up ahead, he saw the sway of her round ass. Right behind her was the dark fae, the neon light glittering of his head. If he touched her…
    A portal opened in front of Clementine. She screamed, unable to avoid it. The dark fae stumbled in after her. Remington lunged forward, just barely making it through as it closed. He grimaced as the edge of the portal tightened around him, almost cutting off his breath. Then, he was shot out of it like a bullet from a gun. He tumbled out, instantly recognizing the hard granite floor of hell. He stopped rolling and stood up with another grimace. Damn, that had hurt.
    “Remington!” He jerked his head to the right at the sound of his name on Clementine’s lips. The dark fae held her by the throat, her arm twisted behind her.
    “Let her go,” he ordered
    “Not likely,” the dark fae responded.
    Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway before a looming black shadow appeared. All three of them turned, waiting. Remington wasn’t a bit surprised when Luc appeared in the doorway. “Greetings, greetings everyone. I’m glad you could make it.”
    “What the hell is going on, Luc?” Remington kept one eye on the dark fae and one on his boss.
    Luc tugged at the sleeves of his coat, before smoothing a hand down the front. He looked as if he was getting ready to step inside a boardroom, not roaming the halls of hell.
    “Luc, I’m warning you, if he hurts one hair on Clementine’s head, you will pay.” Remington’s hands clenched into tight fists at his side.
    “Well, that would be up to you, wouldn’t it?”
    “What are you talking about?” Remington thought the man had actually lost his mind. He’d been playing with other’s fate for so long maybe he was beginning to think he was the Supreme Being.
    Luc sighed. “Do I really need to explain this? You should know the drill by now. You need to prove that you are worthy of Clementine.”
    “Listen, you little snake,” Remington started forward and found himself frozen in place.
    “I have decided that you and the dark fae should fight for the fair maiden.”
    His demon rose inside, stretching his muscles, preparing to launch itself at Luc. He concentrated on the energy surrounding him, drawing upon the gift he’d received from his mother. Angels were naturally somewhat resistant to the power of a demon. Something about keeping the balance of good and evil. Remington, however, had inherited a little more ‘oomph’. Add in the fact that he was determined to get to his mate, the love of his life, and he would soon be free of Luc’s hold.
    “You want me to marry a man who abuses his children?” Clementine continued to twist in the fae’s arms.
    “Oh, that. Well, that wasn’t really true. I confess I played on yours and Rachel’s soft heart. Those were just some imps wanting a little acting experience. It had to be believable so that Remington would agree to be your bodyguard.”
    “Agree? You never gave him a choice.” There was indignation in Clementine’s voice, and Remington wanted more than anything to reassure her that he would always be there for her.
    “He never really needed one.”
    Suddenly, the vision Clementine had experienced when she’d met Remington was filling her mind. She was dressed in a long white dress blowing in the wind. This time, however, Remington wasn’t standing at the side watching as she walked towards a flower-covered altar. No, now he was lying on a cold granite floor covered in his own blood. And this time, Clementine saw the face of the man waiting to marry her. The dark fae.
    “Remington,” she whispered, her face filled with anguish. She couldn’t let them do this. Couldn’t see him hurt. “Luc, you can’t do this.”
    “Oh, but I can.”
    “No, I’ll do anything you want. I’ll marry the dark fae. Right here and right now.” She didn’t