For Love of an Angel (The Fallen Warriors Series) by Rosalie Lario

think the worst of her?
    Well, she'd never know. Not now.
    "That life is over."
    She shut her eyes, ignoring the moisture that leaked out of the sides. Tears would accomplish nothing. Besides, it wasn't like she'd left so much behind. Her mother was dead. Her job sucked. Her apartment was nice but certainly not enough to make up for the rest of her crappy life. But still, back there she'd known what to expect every day. Now she was facing the complete unknown.
    Oh lord, what was she going to do? Stay here with Michael? Did she want that? Did she even have any other choice?  
    Half angel. I can't believe I'm half angel.
    With that final thought, she gave herself over to sleep.
     

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Eleven
     
     
    A whisper of a sound nudged Eva out of an amazing dream involving her, a human-sized vat of iced latte, and a wicked angel who set every nerve in her body ablaze. Sighing, she rolled from her side to her back...and made contact with a hard object. "What the—?"
    Her eyes shot open to see Michael seated at the edge of the bed looking down at her with an expression that could only be described as hungry. He colored, as if he was embarrassed to be caught. "Sorry, I came to see if you were awake."
    "Well…" Disconcerted, she blinked at him. "I am now."
    A hint of uneasiness filtered off him. He slid off the bed. "I can come back, if you want to sleep mo—"
    "No," she interrupted, pulling up on the bed sheet to make sure it covered all her important bits. "No, I'm awake."
    He must have noticed her tugging the sheet more firmly over her breasts because his gaze traveled there, growing heated. The air between them became stifling, and she fought the sudden urge to throw the bed sheet off. Her anger from the night before had faded into confusion. Where did she stand with this man? Did he care for her at all, or was she simply the equivalent of a mare in heat? Someone he was biologically obligated to respond to?
    "I thought you might like to see the rest of the compound," he finally said in a tight voice.
    "Yes," she croaked out, arching her back into an involuntary stretch. "What time is it?"
    His eyes, which had traveled down her body again, shot back to her face. "Close to noon."
    Whoa, that late? She couldn't remember the last time she'd slept until noon. Probably high school.
    "I just have to"—she fought back a blush, motioning to her discarded dress—"you know, get dressed."
    "Oh." A pained expression crossed his face. "I'll wait for you in the sitting room." With those words he turned and left.
    Eva broke into a grin as she watched him go. She couldn't help herself. The chiseled muscles of his back flexed and rippled with every move, and her eyes seemed glued to the spot. Lord, everything about him called to her.
    Probably because of your angel blood.
    Her smile faded. If there was one thing she'd hated about the Consortium it was having her life decided for her. And just when she thought she might have the option to choose something else, she found out her decision had been made there too. She couldn't help but want Michael, and for some reason that really burned.  
    Throwing her dress and sandals back on, she stepped out into the sitting room. Michael paced back and forth in front of the door. For the first time she noticed he'd changed his slacks into black leather pants.
    Holy hell . Just the sight of him was orgasmic.
    She gulped and forcibly stopped her mouth from dropping open while her eyes traveled up and down his body. His pants were a little snug and about an inch too short, showcasing his ankles and bare feet, which made her guess he'd borrowed them from Seth, the angel whose bedroom he'd hijacked last night. He was still shirtless, of course, as she'd noticed in his bedroom. She'd come to the conclusion that the lack of shirts was normal for angels, and with their wings it made sense.  Made her wonder what the female angels wore, though.
    He stopped pacing when he saw her. "I thought we