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

could get you some breakfast, and then I'll show you the bathing facilities."
    A bath was just what she needed. "Sounds perfect."
    With a nod, he led her down the hall and back to the staircase. She did her best to keep her gaze planted on the stairs and not on his perfect ass in those smoking-hot leather pants.
    "This level is shared by Jason and Nate," he said as they passed the next level down. He kept going. "Lucas and Aaron share this floor. Below that are Gabriel and Zach. Then Lily and Ethan—"
    "Wait." Eva screeched to a halt on the steps. "How many female angels live here?"
    "Just Lily and my sister, Mara."
    "Well how do they do that? I mean...you know, with the essence thing and all," she finished lamely, feeling heat creep to her cheeks. "Or is it just a nephilim's essence that has that effect on angels?"
    A look of understanding crossed his face. "We’re drawn to any female with the blood of an angel, whether half or whole. However, Mara is mated to Ben. Also, Lily is mated to Seth, though their relationship has been strained for quite some time, which is why they keep their living quarters on different floors."
    Absently chewing on her lip, she tried to work this all out. "So once I'm...mated, as you say, my essence will no longer entice other angels?"
    His eyes flickered. "Correct."
    Talk about a cosmic gag reel. If she didn't have sex with Michael the other angels would be hornballs in a perpetual state of frustrated agony. Wasn't that rich?
    It's not like you're completely out of options , her all-too logical brain told her. You could always have sex with another angel .
    Her body rebelled against the thought. Despite the fact Michael hadn't been honest with her, she still wanted him, and only him. What she didn't want was to be pushed into a new life. To have all her decisions made for her.
    "Interesting," she managed to respond in an even tone. Following him down to the main level, she walked past the swinging, wooden door he held open for her and stepped into the kitchen. It looked like the other rooms—same stone walls and dim lighting—but a state-of-the-art kitchen had been set up, the steel appliances set into niches carved in the wall. A large rectangular counter sat in the middle of the room. It was made of the same stone as the walls and had six burgundy, leather bar stools set up on the opposite side of the kitchen appliances.
    She shook her head. "I'm not even going to ask how you got all this stuff in here, much less set it up."
    Michael let out a chuckle. "Would you like me to cook something for you?"
    For some reason she wasn't nearly as hungry as she should have been. "Do you have any fruit?"
    Nodding, he stalked over to the refrigerator and opened it. He snatched an apple out of the sliding drawer and tossed it to her.
    She caught it and took a bite. It was perfectly crisp. Where on Earth did they get all this stuff? "You said something about a bath?"
    His lips curved into a grin that made her heart give a momentary stutter. "I should've known that would interest you most of all."
    "Yeah." Looking down at her rumpled dress, she muttered, "I wish I had something else to put on afterward."
    His brows furrowed, but then his face brightened. "Wait here. I'll be right back."
    She watched him leave the kitchen. Couldn't stop herself, really. Shrugging, she strolled over to a bar stool and took a seat. Strange, but she hadn't seen a single soul today. True, she knew more than half of them were gone. But what about Aaron and Lucas? Ethan and Jason?
    Michael walked back into the room just as she was finishing her apple. "Here you are." He held out two articles of clothing. The first was a pair of camel-colored cotton capris, and the second was a black tank top.
    Lifting a brow, she took the top and examined the deep racer-back. The back straps were so thin there was hardly any fabric there at all. So that's what the female angels wear. "What poor soul did you steal these from?"
    "My sister. She