Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,59

possible, but… we’ve been sins for a long time. That’s a lot of bad to wipe out with one grand gesture.”

Trinity’s eyes flare even wider at the words wipe out, and fresh tears make the dark brown of her irises glisten.

“It’s not worth the risk.” She takes a small step toward him, a plea in her voice. “You don’t know what it was like to wake up and think that you were all dead. To think that I was the one who destroyed you. Just by trying to help you, to make you ‘better’ people.” She swallows. “But I don’t want you to be better, whatever that means. I want you to be you. To stay who you are, to be the men I fell in love with. And to stay alive. Please. Please.”

“Fuck, Trin.” Nix looks tortured, biting his lower lip as his shoulders slump a little. “Don’t look at me like that.”

I know exactly what he means. Trinity has a power over each of my brothers that borders on something supernatural. I’m not sure any of them could deny her what she asks for when she looks at them with such sweetness, such sadness in her eyes.

I’m not sure I can either.

As if drawn by my internal thoughts, Trinity tears her gaze away from Nix and turns to face me. It’s like she’s sensed my moment of weakness and is ready to pounce on it.

“Ryland. Beckett.” She shoots Beck a look. He’s standing next to me, his posture stiff and still, green gaze trained on the angel. “What do you think?” Her jaw juts out a little as she narrows her eyes at me. “I barely convinced you to join up with us in the first place. And I was wrong! You were right not to want to get involved. So just go back to your office, go back to your work, and let me handle this. I’ll still hold up my end of the bargain and owe you a favor. You’ll get everything you want. You’ll win.”

My jaw clenches, and I can feel my features going stony.

She’s trying to appeal to my pride just like she did in my office that day. But it’s not working. Because what pride is there in running? What pride is there in leaving someone you care about to face the dangers of the world on their own, just to keep yourself safe?

Trinity stares at me for a long time, her gaze boring into me as if she’s trying to force my facade to crack with the sheer intensity of her eyes. Her small hands curl and uncurl into fists, her breath coming short and fast. She looks wild and strong, and for a moment, a surge of pride for her flares inside me.

She’s a fucking warrior.

And she’s beautiful.

Of course, that doesn’t mean I’m going to allow her to go into battle on her own. I’m not going to let her face a massive threat to all life on Earth alone.

My own hands stay loose at my sides, but I draw myself up a little straighter as I meet her gaze. “No. We don’t abandon what we start. We don’t leave a job half-finished.”

Her face crumples, and the pain I see in her face hits me almost like a physical blow. She bows her head for a second, and when she looks up again, she’s crying openly, large tears spilling over her eyelids and cascading down her cheeks in a stream. She glares at me, anger joining the hurt in her expression. Then she turns to Beckett, and I know he’s become her last hope.

But I also know her hope is in vain.

Beckett and I were closer than brothers once, more like two halves of a single person. And no matter how much time has elapsed since our falling out, I still know him almost as well as I know myself.

Pride and Greed are two sides of the same coin. And neither of us backs down easily.

“Angel, we can’t,” he says, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it. It’s costing him something to say those words, I realize. Just like it cost me. “You know we can’t.”

Ford growls a second before Trinity’s wings pop out of her back. He must’ve been sensing the flare of anger in her, and now we can all sense it. I’ve seen her wings come out when she was flustered or aroused before, but never when she was angry. They flare wide, making Nix and Remi