Her Dark Angel by Felicity Heaton Page B

him and dragged him towards the club’s entrance. Her gaze followed him and widened when she saw the blood and cuts on his face. Why? She’d had her revenge. Edward had suffered enough and he knew how much he had hurt her too. That was all she had wanted.
    Yes. All she had wanted.
    This bloody mess born of violence was what Apollyon had wanted. He had avenged her.
    Her eyes roamed back to Edward where he lay unconscious on the floor. They had both had their vengeance on Edward. She couldn’t be angry with Apollyon. He had only fought Edward because he felt something for her and had wanted to protect her, to make sure that Edward left her alone.
    He was braver than she was. In her heart, she had wanted to hurt Edward and punish him, and Apollyon had done that for her and she was glad that he had. It had given her the closure she needed and made his feelings for her clear.
    Edward’s friends surrounded him and she turned away and walked towards the door.
    The night was still warm when she stepped out of the club. Apollyon stood on the pavement, pacing a short distance from the three men guarding the club door. She could sense his agitation and desire. He wasn’t satisfied. He had wanted the fight between him and Edward to last longer.
    He looked up as she approached and then turned away. The moment her hand came to rest on his shoulder, sliding over it, and she rounded him, he looked across at her. Her brow furrowed when she saw the cuts on his face. He hadn’t lied to her. Heaven had stripped him of his power when he had decided to attack an innocent mortal, leaving him with only human strength. That power was back now, flowing into her body through her hand where it rested on his warm bare skin.
    Serenity raised her other hand, cupped his cheek, and met his dark eyes. The low light stole the colour from his eyes but something told her they were still lighter, full of burning energy as they had been in the club. She held his gaze and focused on him, on feeling his pain and where he had been hurt so she could fix it all. The cuts on his face slowly healed, leaving only blood behind.
    “Thank you.” Apollyon’s hand caught hers and he interlocked their fingers, holding them tightly. He walked a short distance and then stopped at the start of the square at the end of the Champs Elysees.
    “Do you want to talk to Edward?” he said in a low voice, so quiet that she thought she was hearing things until he looked at her, right into her eyes.
    “No.” She could see that it was a reach for reassurance and she faced him, taking hold of his other hand, trying to give him what he needed. It was strange to have to reassure such a strong man but it was touching too. She realised that she wasn’t alone in her feelings. They were both afraid but knowing that they were in this together made her feel less scared. “I’ve had enough of revenge. It’s over. I just want to go home now.”
    He looked down at his feet, his expression distant. “Home.”
    Serenity looked there too. She knew what he was thinking and she didn’t want him to leave her. She trembled on the brink of asking him to stay, to remain with her on Earth just as the other angels had done for the women they loved. He had proven himself loyal to his duty though and asking him to remain with her would probably be asking him to commit a great sacrifice.
    And what if he said no?
    She started when soft fingers touched her cheek, caressing the curve of her jaw.
    “I will come home with you tonight... if that is acceptable?” he whispered and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
    Serenity closed her eyes and nodded. She drew back and her eyes met his. And tomorrow? She couldn’t bring herself to say it. The thought of him leaving weighed her down inside. How could she convince him to stay when she couldn’t find her voice to say the words? She wasn’t brave enough to admit her feelings, not after what had happened with Edward.
    Apollyon scooped her up into his arms,