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Andrew’s, which was
the abandoned church in an abandoned neighborhood the team had chosen as their
makeshift “headquarters” and temporary hotel. Along with yours truly, the blonde
angel swept her appraising gaze over the tall ceiling, stained-glass windows and
rows of pews in the main sanctuary. Since there was no electricity, hundreds of
candles were lit throughout, giving the area an eerie glow.
    My feet hurt from these heels—which were meant for nightclubs,
not brisk walks through the city streets. Still, the pain gave me a focal point.
I concentrated on my aching feet rather than the threads of panic stitching
unpleasant patterns through my gut. Even though I’d been given an uneasy pass
when it came to the team, I still had a lot in common with a mouse in the middle
of a group of feral cats. It didn’t matter if they had halos or horns.
    While Cassandra studied me, I studied Bishop. Hard not to. My
gaze was always drawn to him when he was in the same room as me. I couldn’t
ignore him if I tried.
    I refused to believe it was just because I was attracted to his
soul, even if that was his hypothesis for my unearthly infatuation with him.
    I didn’t feel like this toward Colin. Or anybody else with a
soul.
    Bishop was different for me. Different from anyone.
    And when his gaze followed Cassandra through the sanctuary as
if he couldn’t look away from her, the gnawing ache
inside me suddenly had nothing at all to do with hunger.
    The other demons had taken seats in the pews on opposite sides
of the church. Kraven sat three rows from the front.
    “Why’d they send another angel?” he asked sullenly, cutting
through the silence that had fallen since we’d arrived here. “I thought we were
supposed to be all nice and balanced. Now it’s four against two.”
    “An exception was made,” Cassandra replied crisply. “Demons are
rarely trustworthy enough to be part of a rare mission like this without causing
trouble. Present company excluded, of course.”
    “Don’t try to butter me up now, Blondie. You already said you
despise demons.” His lips curled to the side. “It’s almost like you’re trying to
hurt my tender feelings.”
    She grimaced. “I apologize. That was rude of me. Truth is, I’ve
never even met one before face-to-face.”
    Roth sat in the front row, eyeing her with caution while
rubbing the shallow wound at his throat. Demons and angels usually healed much
faster than humans, but after the ritual, when the wound was caused by the
golden dagger, it was a different story.
    It was more dangerous to a supernatural than any other
weapon.
    “Can you heal Roth?” I asked Cassandra. I needed to say
something, to be part of the conversation, not just the helpless mouse who
lurked in the corner trying not to squeak. “Not that you’d want to heal him, but
I was just wondering if all angels had that ability.”
    “We can, in varying degrees of strength. I’m quite a strong
healer.” Her gaze shifted to the demon. “Do you want me to heal you?”
    Roth shrugged. “Whatever.”
    Her expression soured as she moved closer to him. “A real
charmer, aren’t you?”
    “I try my best.” Roth stiffened as she reached toward him and
brushed her fingers against his throat. There was a soft pulse of light and his
tanned skin healed right before my eyes.
    “You’re very gifted,” Bishop said. His angelic powers were
limited due to his fallen status. He watched Cassandra with a wistful envy that
made my heart hurt for him.
    “Now that that’s done we can deal with the problem at hand.”
Cassandra turned to the rest of us. “Your mission was to clear this city of its
recent infestation of soul-devouring creatures. Yet one is here with us right
now. Why?”
    “Good question,” Roth said.
    I wouldn’t underestimate this angel. She might look harmless,
but she was anything but.
    At the same time, I didn’t blame her for her confusion. I’d ask
the same thing if I was in her