Supernatural Lies: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 1) by Lacey Andersen (trending books to read .TXT) 📗

stiffly in her chair. And then, she knew. Some magic was warm, some was hot, but the angel’s was always cold.

Opening her car door, she stepped out, ignoring Daniel’s protests. In the bright night sky, she saw the angels as they flew. They wanted her to see them, but why?

They could teleport wherever they wanted. So why fly? What point were they making?

“Surcy?”

She spun.

Mark stood, gripping the trunk of tree. His face was a swollen, battered mess. His glasses were gone. One eye was swollen closed, and blood ran down his neck.

She raced toward him, catching him under his arm and trying to keep him upright. Tears choked her throat. They’d done this. Those angel bastards had hurt him! Sweet, gentle Mark!

“Brother!” Daniel came at them like a bat-out-of-hell.

He froze in front of them. “Who did this? Where are they?”

Mark spit blood, sagging forward as Daniel caught him. “Angels. Gone.”

Tension radiated from Daniel as they half-lifted, half-dragged Mark toward the car. When he helped his brother in and closed the door, he made a quiet promise. “Someone is going to suffer for this.”

As Surcy climbed into the seat next to them, her thoughts echoed his words. Yes. Someone will pay. At home, they struggled but finally managed to get Mark and Tristan both into bed. The two men looked awful, but they would heal. And most importantly, they’d live.

As she paced the living room, she couldn't stop shaking. She wasn’t scared. Far from it. In fact, she wanted to hurt someone. Badly.

Daniel entered the room. He’d showered. His blond hair looked darker wet, and he hadn’t bothered to comb it into his normally neat hairdo. It spiked all over his head in a way that was far too tempting. He wore no shirt, and a pair of grey sweat pants that hung so low on his hips that her jaw dropped.

“It isn’t polite to stare.”

Her gaze jerked up. And Daniel, damn him, was grinning ear-to-ear.

Her cheeks heated. “I wasn’t staring! I’m just—frustrated!”

“Me too. I’m not used to going this long without sex.”

Her mouth dropped open again. “That wasn’t what I meant at all, and you know it!”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He went to the wet bar and made himself a drink. “Want one?”

It took her a second to answer him. “No, thanks.”

He shrugged, grabbed his drink, and plopped down on the couch. “So, what’s got such a pretty woman so frustrated?”

She rolled her eyes. “How about the fucking angels who beat up Mark? How about Tristan nearly dying from those Shadow Hounds?”

He took a slow sip of his drink. “No one ever said doing the right thing wouldn’t get you bitch-slapped all over town.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“What do you want me to say?” He stared. “That it isn’t fair. That it isn’t right. What good would that do?”

She shook her head. “But this whole thing is wrong. My mind is a scramble of things I know, even though I have no idea how I know them. And one thing I’m sure of is that demons are the ones that are supposed to be taking advantage of people. They hurt humans and cause chaos, and it’s an angel’s job to keep them in line.”

His mouth curled into a smile that was sexy-as-hell. “That’s the thing. Just because you’re told something enough times doesn’t make it true.”

She threw her hands in the air and stomped over to him, plopping herself on the couch next to him. Without asking, she grabbed his drink and took a long drink. “God,” she winced and handed it back to him. “That’s awful!”

He laughed. “You never did like scotch. You could drink margaritas until you were belting karaoke, but you always turned your nose up at the hard stuff.”

Staring straight ahead, she spoke without thinking. “It’s so weird not knowing who I am, but I bet it’s stranger for you guys.”

“It sucks about as bad as reaching for a steak and getting tofu, that’s for sure.”

She smiled and looked at him. “You’re actually a little funny.”

He winked. “Don’t tell.”

“So, what happens now?”

His humor vanished. “We let them heal up, and then we go help another person.”

We’re going to do this all over again?

25

Three days later, Daniel stood on another building, his brothers and Surcy standing beside him. They were on a beautiful tropical island, with a large city weaved throughout the lush landscape. The next god would be found here.

At least that’s what Mark had Seen.

His brother’s visions often showed him a place. He’d send Surcy the image through his thoughts, and she could take them there. But it wasn’t until they were closer that Mark could get a clear image. All he knew was that the god would be found in that location.

It’s why all those years as a child he didn’t understand what he was seeing when he used the magic, but he felt it tugging at him, and he knew it was important.

The night was well-lit by the moon and a sky of speckled stars. Below them, lights sprinkled across the city like a reflection of the sky. It was beautiful. The kind of place they would have loved to take Surcy. She loved the ocean. She’d fold her stunning wings and let the waves tug at her feet.

But tonight they weren’t there to make love to her in the sand. They were there to save a life.

Once we know who we are here to save, and where to go.

Mark released his necklace, breathing hard. “I see where he is. And… I think we need to hurry.”

Daniel tried not to look at his brother. As far as he knew, Mark had always had the necklace, but he’d stopped using it a long time ago. He said it had a negative effect on him. Yet, he never told them what it was.

Now, Daniel couldn’t shake the feeling that Mark was doing something dangerous each time he used the powerful magic. He wanted to order him not to, but he