Free Her Wicked Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 6) by Felicity Heaton Page A

him a short smile.
    “We’ll get you better. Just… trust me… okay, Asmodeus? Trust me.”
    He wasn’t sure he knew how to trust because he had never tried to place that sort of faith in anyone before, but he was willing to try for her. He nodded and she closed her eyes, and sudden warmth flooded his hands and raced up his arms. He tried to take them away from her but she tightened her grip until it felt as if she was branding his bones with fire.
    The dark countryside disappeared and a pale room took its place, filled with elegant matching furniture.
    Asmodeus glanced around the expansive living room. It was light and airy. Was this Liora’s home?
    “What the hell are you doing here?” The male voice crashed into his ears a split-second before a fist slammed into his jaw, snapping his head to his left and knocking him off balance. His head turned violently and he stumbled, reaching blindly for something to grab to stop himself from hitting the polished wooden floor. The male growled again. “Get behind me, Liora.”
    Liora ignored that command and held on to Asmodeus’s wrists, keeping him upright.
    She had betrayed him.
    Asmodeus snarled and tore free of Liora’s grip, and came to face a male he hated with every drop of blood in his body.
    Apollyon’s blue eyes flashed in warning and his black wings erupted from his bare back. The male beat them hard and slammed into Asmodeus, sending him flying backwards against the cream wall. He tried to evade the vicious swing of Apollyon’s right hook but he wasn’t quick enough in his weakened state. The male’s fist smashed into his mouth and blood flooded it.
    Asmodeus growled and exposed his bloodied fangs, his anger rising and obliterating the weakness that had been invading him, driving it to the back of his mind.
    “Apollyon,” Liora snapped and the large black-haired male paid her no heed as he pushed her behind him.
    Apollyon sent his loose black cotton bottoms away, replacing them with his gold-edged black armour and Asmodeus hated him all the more.
    Before him stood a completed version of himself, a male worthy of the notice of the female bravely advancing on them. He despised Apollyon for having what he lacked and therefore being able to possess what he could never dream of having.
    Liora.
    Asmodeus’s black claws sharpened and he swung at Apollyon. The male easily evaded the weak blow, grasped his shoulders, and shoved him hard against the wall, pinning his wings and knocking the wind from him.
    Defeated.
    How the demons would laugh if they could see him now. Weak and pathetic. Unable to fight. On the verge of collapse.
    Only the wall and Apollyon’s unforgiving grip was keeping him standing.
    “What are you doing here, Wretch?” Apollyon shoved him harder against the wall, his fingers pressing deep into his shoulders, and narrowed his swirling blue gaze on him. The male’s long black hair was wild and ruffled. He had been asleep. This was not Liora’s home.
    She had brought him to Apollyon.
    He had grown weak, sick, and she had taken it as a chance to bring him here to this male. Why? Because she desired him to see his failings? She had asked him to trust her. He would never trust her again.
    Asmodeus’s lips peeled back off his fangs and he glared as he spit blood at his superior twin.
    Apollyon released one of his shoulders to wipe the blood off his face and Asmodeus snarled and struggled again. He managed to crack his left fist across Apollyon’s jaw, knocking the angel away from him. It cost him.
    His head turned, the world wobbled out of focus, and his balance left him.
    “Asmodeus,” Liora shouted and was there before him in an instant, shoving Apollyon aside and wrapping her arms around his chest to support him.
    Asmodeus growled, pushed her away, and stumbled to his left. He hit a small white wooden table in the corner of the room and the china lamp on it toppled onto the floor and smashed. Asmodeus shot his left hand out, pressed it