Free The Seer's Lover (The Seven Archangels Series) by Kat de Falla

don’t forget to tell her that you see angels and demons, your family has necklaces that summon angels, and your father is in a mental institution. Wait, he almost forgot—he exposed himself as a seer two nights ago, let two women die yesterday, and an army of demons were likely on their way here to kill him today.
    Not really the most desirable guy on the block. He needed to get her back to her resort. Now.
    The ticking minutes delayed the inevitable. He needed to get Calise away from him and forget about her. But she snored peacefully like a lap cat, and he possessed neither the strength nor the desire to rouse her.
    With his blanket snuggled around her, Lucas found he was jealous of both the inanimate blanket and the animate woman. The blanket was allowed to comfort her in a way her couldn’t, and Cali, who existed in naivety of the world he knew, could invite peaceful bliss into her dreams.
    But the blanket hadn’t saved her life, he had. He’d succeeded today at one thing, and if demons murdered him tomorrow, she would be the one person in his life he hadn’t failed.
    He should let that sustain him. He should wake her up right now and get her back to the resort. Good deed accomplished. But he didn’t budge.
    Five more minutes…
    She moaned softly in her sleep and stretched. He steeled himself for what he must do. Her eyelashes began to flutter. A shiver of satisfaction rippled through him. He’d been so relieved when she opened her eyes on the beach. He was so relieved she’d open her eyes here and the first thing she’d see would be…him.
    Sexuality, apparently, had a life force. A power that took over and screwed with the mind, pummeled the heart into an erratic beat, and pawed at the subconscious with a burning desire to connect. Lucas wanted to connect with this woman whatever it took.
    Too bad, seer. She’s not like you, no matter what you think you heard. Bringing her into your world is not an option. So get the hell out of hers.
    Until she uttered two simple words that changed everything.
    “Anna…demon…”
    She blinked drowsily. They held each other’s gaze. “I remember now,” she whispered. Her hands squeezed the blanket until her knuckles turned red.
    “What do you mean?” He must have heard her wrong. She couldn’t be a seer. Yet if she understood him, then maybe, just maybe… Tantalized by the raw enticement of the idea, he allowed it—couldn’t stop it, actually. Neither spoke while he drank her in.
    Lucas banked the moment in his memory and turned his heart on low and brain on high. At all costs, her protection was more important than anything. “You aren’t safe with me. I need to get you back to Ron’s resort.” He attempted to sound indifferent.
    “You want me to go? But I need to tell you—”
    “Not now.” Should he send her back to Anna if she knows the truth? “I have to work.” If Anna so much as breathes on her wrong… “I can walk you—” Footsteps clamored up his staircase.
    On his feet in a matter of seconds, Lucas withdrew two hidden Buck knives.
    “I came as soon as Bob called about Cal—” Ron held up his hands. “Whoa! What the hell, man? Who are you expecting?”
    “Uh, sorry. Nobody…” Lucas stammered. He tucked the knives back into his boots. “I’ve had some trouble with kids…” He deliberately let his voice trail off. Cali stood shivering next to him in a sunflower yellow bikini. “Let me give you a shirt to put on to walk home in,” Lucas said, rushing inside his bungalow. He couldn’t bear to say good-bye to her.
    Without a doubt, he’d heard her wrong; he’d heard what he wanted to hear.
    Better she think him an asshole. “I’m late.” He tossed the shirt at Ron and leaned on his railing looking out into the ocean. He had a lot of questions for Carmen that needed answers.
    Calise put on the shirt and grabbed her bag. “Thank you, Lucas,” she said aloud. But when she brushed past him, she whispered in his ear and this