Wicked Kiss (Nightwatchers) - By Michelle Rowen Page 0,16

you know his story?”

Kraven shot a look at me as he rose from the pew. I wasn’t sure if he was close enough to hear me and Zach talking. He gestured at Roth for them to leave, which they did. I figured they were sick of waiting and they wanted to go patrol. Connor swung into a pew halfway up the aisle.

Zach didn’t speak for a moment. “I’m not sure I want to know his story.”

I tensed. “Why?”

“Heard a few things about him before I left. He wasn’t well liked. There were many who believed he didn’t deserve his placement as an angel.” He shrugged. “I don’t know the truth. All I know is he was a workaholic...really driven. He took every assignment given to him without any argument as if he was trying to prove something. Frankly, I expected him to be a real dick. Maybe the fall knocked a lot of that attitude out of him. But knowing Bishop and Kraven were brothers once...” He sent a look toward the enigmatic angel in question. “I mean, it does make me wonder.”

Me, too. I wondered way too much about the two of them and what it all meant. It had become a driving need inside of me to get to the bottom of the mystery of how and why one brother became a demon and the other an angel.

“Do me a favor, Samantha,” Zach said.

“Sure,” I replied, now distracted. “Of course. What?”

“Don’t fall in love with him.”

My gaze shot to his, and my cheeks immediately heated up. “Excuse me?”

He had the grace to look embarrassed. “Love...well, it makes people do crazy things, even if they’re not crazy to begin with. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

I bit my bottom lip so hard I nearly drew blood. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cassandra give Bishop a hug.

A freaking hug.

I swallowed hard. “Any other sage advice tonight, Zach?”

“Yeah.” He leaned closer so he could lower his voice to a whisper. “Be careful with Cassandra, too. Hosts are driven by their missions—they take them more seriously than anything else and never question their orders. It’s why they were created—to serve Heaven in any way required. I don’t know why they sent her, but no matter what she might claim, I know it’s for something more than just tagging along on patrol with us.”

It was all he said before Cassandra was there in front of me, ready to leave. I craned my neck to see Bishop again, but she whisked me out of the church before I even had the chance to say goodbye.

Chapter 5

Cassandra had decided to stay with me. At my house. And I seemed to have no choice in the matter.

It made me mad. This wasn’t a friend I wanted to help out. This was an uninvited problem that had barged into my life. If she was just a girl from school I would do my best to avoid her, but she wasn’t.

She might look every bit as harmless as I did, but she was far from it.

I eyed her warily as we walked away from St. Andrew’s and back toward downtown, the outline of the tall office buildings and St. Edward’s Trinity Hospital a glowing beacon in the distance. I drew my coat closer to try to block out the constant chill that made me shiver violently. This was the abandoned part of town, what was once rather industrial, but after the economy tanked a while back, a lot of stores and businesses went bankrupt and shut down. I would definitely think twice about walking around here alone at night—or even with a friend. But Cassandra wasn’t defenseless. She might be blonde and pretty, but she was every bit a warrior as the other guys. Maybe more so.

To tell the truth, she freaked me out.

“You know,” she said after we’d walked in silence for nearly fifteen minutes. “I am getting the distinct impression that you don’t like me very much.”

Unfortunately, I wore my emotions on my face thicker than any makeup.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” she added.

I swallowed hard. “I’m not afraid.”

Freaked out wasn’t afraid. It was freaked out.

“If Bishop says you can resist your hungers, then I’m perfectly fine accepting his assessment. To me, you’re the same as any other human. Just a little more interesting.”

“I’m not afraid,” I said again, firmer.

She smiled at that. “If you say so.”

I needed to gain some sort of control here—even if I