Free My Decadent Demon (My Demon Trilogy, Book 1) by Nikita Jakz, Alicia Dawn

“Alright, ” he growled, “but I have to take you there via the sky.” He pointed upward. “The entrance is that way.” With a poison glare, he snapped his wings wide and opened his arms.
    Reluctantly, Cole stepped closer, scowling at the shit he had to endure. But if getting Sera back meant snuggling up to some goodie two shoes, then so be it. “Get us the fuck out of here,” he grunted, “before I change my mind. And keep your damn hands above the waist.”
    Jazz's lips twitched. All angels knew how much demons hated physical contact with them. Misery loved company, it seemed. With thick arms wrapped around his adversary, he lifted them off the ground, his huge wings flapping powerfully as they headed east.
    “So, who’s this seraph you’re so willing to risk both our asses to find?” Jazz asked as they approached the clouds.
    “None of your fucking business ,” Cole snarled. “Just get this ride over with before I charge you for the privilege of feeling me up.” It really was hell, lowering himself like this. Heaven was the last place he wanted to go to, but the one place he had to.
    Moments later they arrived at an invisible platform. The second their feet touched down he yanked himself out of the angel's arms. Shrewd eyes took in their surroundings; a massive cloud with a glowing gateway right smack in its middle. He pulled out his phone and tossed it to the angel. “Push five. It'll give you the coordinates to your sister’s location.”
    With that, he turned and breached Heaven’s threshold. “Hold on, Sera. I’m coming to get you.”

 
    CHAPTER 5
    “I don’t see what’s so great about this place.”
     
     
    Sera stared out her window. She felt hollow inside but didn’t know why. Nor could she explain that ache in her chest, lingering and hidden. She frowned at the confusing feelings. When her superiors left her a few minutes ago they had said to rest her mind. But why would they say such a thing?
    She sighed, rubbing her temples. A seraph’s intensions were always good, so why should she question their s? She laid down and stared at the ceiling. The unease refused to ebb. In fact, it actually grew stronger. Lips pursing, she shoved a pillow over her face and groaned.
     
    Inside the palace, Cole peered around a corner. Not a soul in sight. Good. His concealment spell must be holding. It should buy him at least a little time to find Sera while undetected.
    Soundlessly, he navigated from one hallway to the next, checking way too many damn doors. How many rooms were in this God forsaken place? Abruptly he sensed Sera’s presence . Suddenly he didn’t give a fuck who saw him. He stormed down the corridor, his skin crawling from all the good lingering in the air.
    At the end of the hallway, he opened the final door, and grinned. He’d finally he found her. “Sera ,” he exhaled. But she merely looked at him in startled confusion. His smiled quickly turned to a frown. Surely she knew he'd come for her. He'd told her he would, and just went through nine kinds of hell to do so.
    He stalked inside and shut the door behind him. Sera scrambled off her bed, wide ey es tracked his every step. “Can I help you, sir?” she squeaked. “I do not believe I have any further appointments this day. Perhaps you are in the wrong chambers.” When he winced, Sera frowned. Tentatively, she approached. “On second thought, do not worry. I will help you find your correct destination.”
    But as she stepped closer, something stilled her with a gasp. She pinned Cole with a look, as if convinced that whatever just happened had come from him. Brown eyes regarded him warily. “You are not seraphim.”
    Cole shook his head. “No Sera, I'm not. I told you I would find you, and here I am. Now come on, we need to go.” He took her arm and moved for the door, but she quickly yanked herself free. Clearly frightened, she stepped out of his reach. He frowned, wondering what the hell was going on with her. “Sera,