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

“Good. Now, the bait is ready. We need only to set the trap.”

Fuck. Is he going to use me against Surcy?

His stomach clenched, and he made a silent prayer. When the time came, he hoped Surcy had the strength to let him die again.

She had to.

If he distracted her for one moment, he knew Caine would win.

Clenching his fists, he shifted, testing the strength of the stocks. They held, without the slightest leeway.

His mind began to spin. There had to be a way he could still help Surcy. But how?

22

Surcy watched as the dragons unleashed their flames on the fortress. The God of the Summer latched onto the roof of the structure and began to pull, his massive wings flapping, causing wind to press down on all of them. The other dragons seemed to understand. Their flames stopped, and they latched on too.

The entire building shuddered and shook. Angels came pouring out of the hole in the center of the roof. They attacked with their flaming swords, but fire blazed over them, killing them instantly.

Surcy held her arm over her face, wincing up at the chaos, and then, the roof came tearing off. One of the Immortals shouted. They ran, throwing themselves on the ground. Stone fell like rain from above them, and she held herself tensely, hoping nothing hit her.

Several quiet moments passed before she looked up. The entire roof of the structure was gone, most of it tossed to the ground on the other side of the fortress. Stone had fallen all around them, but to her complete shock, none of the Immortals seemed injured.

They rose once more and moved to the massive door of the structure. She tensed wondering how the Immortals would open it, when the doors were flung open, and angels came pouring out.

The God of the Earth swung his mighty axe. Heads fell.

The God of Sin was there to defend him, to watch his back each time he swung his axe. And the Goddess of Love shot her arrows, each one hitting an angel with ease.

She clenched the handle of her sword more tightly and took a step forward as the God of Night’s darkness spread around them once more. When the first angel swung at her, she avoided his blow with ease. They danced around each other, jabbing out, swinging their blades, connecting over and over again.

And then, water struck him in the back. The angel hit the ground, and Surcy severed his head in one blow.

Turning, she spotted the Goddess of the Ocean. Water swelled behind her. Gathering water from a nearby source, she held it back like an invisible wall. She shot out little streams at the angels who attacked.

All around, the Immortals fought like animals, distracting the angels.

Surcy took a deep breath. It’s time. This was the part of the plan that terrified her the most. None of the Immortals could enter the fortress until Caine was removed from the throne. While they could battle the angels and cause a distraction, she would have to take down the Judge himself.

I just hope this plan will work.

Teleporting, she appeared just outside the throne room doors. She had no idea what she would face inside, but she knew the task was hers alone. Then, slipping the little bottle from her pocket, she stared briefly at the dark liquid swirling inside.

Tears stung the corners of her eyes. She removed the cork, took a deep breath and chugged it down.

Gagging, she forced herself not to hurl the disgusting liquid. She only had one shot at this. And it had to work. Instantly, her lips began to tingle, and her gut began to churn. Time was of the essence. Already she could feel the chill moving through her body, spreading out to find its source. Tossing the bottle on the ground, she knew it was time.

Pushing open the doors, she tried to enter as quietly as possible, but the noise of the room immediately exploded around her. Her jaw dropped. Above the huge room, angels fought in the air against the dragons who blasted fire, and chomped them in their massive jaws. It was bright, and warm from the dragons’ fire.

Not at all like the throne room that haunted her nightmares.

Her gaze moved to where she would find Caine. To the man she must take down.

Time stood still. Daniel was encased in stocks. At his sides? Mark and Tristan stood with their flaming swords pointed at their friend. The dark liquid in her stomach churned faster, and she felt the chill moving up her spine.

It was impossible. All three of her demons had been turned into dark-winged angels. None of their souls had been destroyed. Mark and Tristan hadn’t been given the special water, so they were both mindless soldiers. It was clear that Caine intended for them to be Daniel’s executioner.

The cruel bastard.

“Welcome, Surcy,” Caine said, his voice uncurling from the darkness. “The time has finally come, the moment that will finally end this rebellion once and for all.”

She swallowed hard. I can’t look at my demons. I can’t worry about them. They’re simply distractions.

“It’s time for you to step down and give the rightful judges back their thrones.”

He laughed low, as if angels and dragons weren’t fighting above him. “None of the Immortals can face me, and so, this plan of theirs hinges on you taking me down. Do you really believe you have any chance at succeeding?”

“No,” she said.

Her confession hung in the air between them.

His dark cloud moved towards her, and she sensed him drawing nearer, stopping just behind her angels. “I can’t imagine they sent you here unprepared.”

Was there fear in his voice?

“They did not.”

“Come here,” he ordered.

Gritting her teeth, she fought his command, but it flowed over her, through her, racing in her very blood. She struggled against each and every step, yet she struggled in vain. Within moments, she was standing