A Very Levet Christmas (Guardians of Eternity) by Alexandra Ivy Page B

of white and silver.
    Ooh la la.
    She was beautiful.
    A vision so lovely that she stole his breath. Then, his momentary enchantment was shattered as she reached down to grab her leg that was stuck in the air.
    “Mon Dieu,” he breathed, realizing that the female’s foot was missing. Wait. It wasn’t missing. It was clearly caught on the other side of a portal. “What has happened?”
    The female heaved a sigh. “I fear I had a bit too much dewberry wine at the office party, and the portal was already closing when I tried to dash through.” She gave another tug on her leg. “Now I’m stuck.”
    Levet blinked. Office party?
    Did fairies have office parties?
    “Who are you?” he demanded.
    She straightened as best she could with one leg caught in a portal and offered him a smile that melted the frostbite from his claws.
    “Sera Belle, the Christmas angel,” she said, her voice light and lilting. “You can call me Sera.”
    “Christmas angel,” Levet repeated in shock. He’d never met an actual angel. “I thought you were a myth. Like leprechauns.”
    She deliberately glanced down at her slender body that was covered by a shimmering silver gown.
    “Do I look like a myth?”
    Levet unconsciously moved forward, quite certain he’d never seen a more exquisite female in his life.
    “ Non . You look . . . magnifique .”
    “Do I? Thank you, my dear.” Her smile was one of feminine bewitchment. “I was running late, so I didn’t have time to do my hair.”
    His gaze obediently moved to the glorious tumble of dark hair. “It is divine.” He sucked in a deep breath, oddly compelled to take another step forward. “And that smell.”
    Levet’s wings fluttered as he was saturated in the scent of freshly baked bread.
    Her expression became mysterious. “Yes. I get that a lot.”
    “Do you need help?” Levet murmured, his fingers itching to touch the lacy beauty of her wings.
    “I should think that was obvious.”
    Levet grimaced at his silly question, suspecting that delectable scent of bread was somehow clouding his mind.
    Of course the female needed his help. She was stuck, was she not?
    “I could try a spell—”
    “No,” she sharply interrupted. “The portal will open on its own in an hour.”
    “ Oui, but I could open it much faster.”
    “Please . . . don’t.”
    Levet sniffed. Did she doubt his powers?
    Well, no matter how beautiful she might be he would not stay to be insulted.
    He’d endured enough of that from Yannah, merci beaucoup .
    “ Bon .” He turned away. “I am quite busy, as are most demons who are charged with protecting the world from evil. If you prefer to wait in the cold, then so be it. That is hokey-pokey with me.”
    “It’s okeydokey not . . . Wait, don’t leave me.”
    “Ah.” Levet turned back, his hands lifted as he prepared to dazzle her with his skill. “Now you want me to perform a spell.”
    “No. There’s no magic that can open the portal,” she hastily informed him. “But someone must perform my duties.”
    Levet stiffened. There was a faux innocence in her tone that set off his spicy senses. Or was it Spidey-sense?
    He narrowed his gaze. “Duties?”
    She blinked, a dimple abruptly appearing beside her mouth. “I’m a Christmas angel.”
    “ Oui, so you said.”
    She waved a hand toward the nearby pines covered in snow. “And it is Christmas.”
    Hmm. Levet tried to recall what he’d heard about Christmas angels. He knew they didn’t slide down chimneys or ride reindeer, but it seemed that they were rumored to do something Christmassy.
    “Do you spread festive joy?” he demanded.
    Her lips twitched, as if she were amused by her inner thoughts. “Something like that.” She leaned forward, the jade eyes seeming to pierce to his very soul. “Now you must do it.”
    “Moi?” Levet shook his head, taking a step back. Hadn’t he just been plagued by the worrisome fear he was not quite so splendidly magnificent as he’d believed? That despite