Lover's Wrath: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 3) by Lacey Andersen (best classic literature TXT) 📗

accept that all along she’d been unknowingly hurting her demons… she shivered at the thought. She couldn’t. She’d deal with that new emotional blow when the time came.

She drew herself up taller, her heart racing. “I’m here, fighting for what’s right. I’m trying to make this world a better place, but I’m not one of you. I can’t do this alone. So whether you trust me or not, it doesn’t really matter. Do you care about this cause? Do you want to take that bastard down?”

It was the God of Summer who answered. The shifter glanced at her, his golden eyes spinning slowly. “After what he did to me, I would rather die a thousand more deaths than see him remain on my throne. I will kill him, with or without the help of the other Immortals.”

“But what about his little security system?” The Goddess of the Ocean stood from her seat, her tail replaced by long legs. “You know that we cannot enter the throne room as long as Caine sits on the throne.”

I didn’t know that. “None of you can?”

Everyone shook their heads.

Damn it. Then what can we do? How can this work?

And then it hit her, there was only one solution.

Surcy took a deep breath. She knew what she had to do. “But I can.”

The God of Autumn huffed. “Yeah, so our plan should depend on an angel Caine can control with a simple word?”

No one spoke for a long minute.

“Perhaps that’s exactly what we should do,” the Goddess of the Ocean said, her voice holding danger. “Angel, what are you willing to give up for this plan of yours?”

“Anything and everything,” she answered with ease.

The woman’s ocean blue eyes locked onto hers, and the Immortal crossed the room. Stroking Surcy’s cheek, she smiled. “I have a plan, loyal angel. But it will be painful, and it will destroy you.”

I’ve died and had my memory wiped. I've lost the men I love. What more can they do?

Knowing them… something even worse.

Surcy swallowed around the lump in her throat. “All right.”

The Goddess turned back to the room. “I know how we can ensure that Surcy is the perfect person to face Caine. The plan is a simple one, but with our help, she will succeed. So, who will join this cause of ours?”

Her words hung in the air.

The Goddess of Love stood from where she’d been seated by the window. Her beauty was so overwhelming it overpowered the room. “All I want is peace and goodness… but none of that will happen until we put that bastard’s head on a spike.”

The Goddess of Spring laughed. Her solemn expression was gone, replaced by a smile. “I forgot how fucking fun all of you are. I’m in.” Flowers sprouted on her fingertips and moved up her arms. “Let’s see Caine face us when we’re ready for him.”

Murmurs rose. Other Immortals stood, moving by the Goddess of Love’s side. At last, only the God of the Night remained. And the God of Autumn.

The God of Autumn sighed.

“Autumn?” The Goddess of Love called.

The Immortal glared. “By all logic, we’ll lose this battle. And this time when he kills us, it’ll be for good. But I for one would rather go down swinging, then hiding like a frightened child. That is your plan, isn’t it, vampire?”

The God of the Night rose, his dark eyes locked on all of them. “I’m not afraid.”

Surcy stared. “You practically stink of fear.”

Anger radiated from him. “I’m going to fight with all of you, but not because of your childish attempts to convince me. I’m going to fight to remind all of you that there’s nothing more powerful than the night.”

The Goddess of Love moved closer to Surcy, to stand in front of her. “So what’s the plan?”

Surcy took a deep breath. What is the plan?

20

The next morning, they stood outside the barrier separating Zedussa from the rest of the world. Surcy was positioned in the middle of the line of Immortals. The druids had stayed behind to guard the children, knowing that they might be the last beings with the blood of gods remaining after that day.

Each of the Immortals had donned traditional robes befitting their station. They were long, with slits on the sides, and pants underneath. Each one wore an emblem that symbolized their power. And the fabric was spun of both gold and silver, making it so the morning sunlight seemed to cling to them.

Some of them held weapons.

Some of them were dangerous enough without them.

The Gods and Goddesses of the Seasons would shift into dragons the moment the attack begun. They had no need for anything but their claws and their teeth. It was the same with the Goddess of the Ocean. She no longer wore her mermaid tail, but she swelled with the power of the ocean. She assured them that when the time came, neither Caine nor his angels would be safe from her wrath.

Of all the Immortals, the Goddess of Life was the quietest. She carried with her a golden dagger, but she admitted that she would do little fighting. Her strength would be to lend the others her powers. She would heal their wounds to keep them moving. She was the healer that would fade into the shadows made by the God of the Night.

She was perhaps their most powerful tool.

The vampire stood at Surcy’s side with a sword in his hand. He held it like a man unaccustomed to weapons, but he’d reassured her that he could use it, if needed.

The God of Sin, The God of Earth, and The Goddess of Love held their weapons with confidence. Her bow rested in her hand, as if made for her, and she had many arrows upon her back. The God of Sin carried a long sword with a wickedly jagged edge, and the God of Earth carried an axe.

All looked like powerful Immortal beings, ready for an attack.

And yet, Zedussa was silent.

No angels crowded the