Angel Fever (Immortal Legacy #3) - Ella Summers Page 0,37

an angel. Like you, like me. If you didn’t want to be found, do you think someone could track you down in only three days?”

“You know him better than anyone. His habits, his hiding spots. His secrets.” Colonel Holyfire’s eyes narrowed. “Are you protecting him?”

Here we went again. Every night, Colonel Holyfire showed up, complained about my lack of progress, and accused me of being in on some grand conspiracy.

“I am searching for him, as ordered,” I said, my voice as dry as black toast.

“The Legion is growing impatient with your lack of progress.”

“If you think you can do better, then you’re welcome to try,” I challenged.

He shoved his finger in my face. “Don’t push me, Lightbringer. I don’t care whose daughter you are. Silverstar can’t protect you from yourself.”

He came in closer, every movement aggressive, angry. And then he just stopped.

He inhaled deeply. His fingers stroked down my ponytail. His eyes lit up with silver magic. Hunger. Desire.

I stepped back, but his hand locked around my wrist, holding me in place.

I looked down at his arm, then shot him a scathing look. “Remove your hand, Colonel. Now.” I put a lot of force behind those words.

But he didn’t even blink. “You are a feisty little angel, aren’t you?”

Oh, no. Nothing good ever followed those words.

“This is your last warning,” I growled. “Remove your hand.”

Smiling, he looked me up and down, his eyes drinking me in. “What are you going to do, Lightbringer, strike me? I am the Master Interrogator. I am untouchable.”

He’d hardly spoken the words when I broke free of his grip. Then I slammed his face against the ground.

I had him pinned to the floor. He tried to move, but my grip was unbreakable. We were both angels of the same level. He couldn’t overpower me, nor could he outthink me. I was trained far better than he was. And he was an idiot.

“As far as you are concerned, Colonel, I am untouchable,” I growled into his ear.

“How dare you lay your hands on me,” he hissed.

“No, how dare you come to my territory and proposition me like I’m a whore. I am an angel. Touch me again, and I’ll nail you to the roof of my castle. The Sky Dragon says she needs a new lightning rod, and you should do the trick. Maybe a few strikes of magic-charged lightning will punch a hole in your overinflated ego.”

Colonel Holyfire shook with fury. “When the First Angel hears of this—”

“Oh, yes,” I cut him off. “Go ahead and tell the First Angel all about how you can’t keep your pants on, Colonel. Because when Nyx hears of this, she will rue the day she turned an idiot into the Legion’s Master Interrogator.”

“Don’t threaten me.”

“I don’t need to threaten you,” I told him. “Your actions speak for themselves. Loudly and clearly.”

Laughter rang through the room. It seemed to come from everywhere at once. I knew that laugh. I turned my head.

Damiel stood in front of the open balcony door, his wings dripping darkness, and his smile just as wicked. Magic, gold and hot, flickered in his eyes.

“Holyfire, you should know better than to provoke the Angel of Storm Castle,” he said, his voice as cold as his eyes were hot. “You are no match for her.”

Colonel Holyfire laughed. “Your feelings for this woman have made you weak and predictable, Dragonsire. And all too easy to ensnare.”

All the doors and windows to my chamber opened at once, and soldiers flooded in from the outside. This was a trap. A setup. Colonel Holyfire had provoked Damiel. And Damiel had taken the bait.

My husband’s gaze swept across the soldiers, his expression cool and calm. “No, it is your singled-minded, hard-headed obsession with capturing me at all costs, that has made you pitifully predictable,” he told Colonel Holyfire.

Magic glyphs flared up at every doorway and window, trapping all the soldiers in bright gold light. They froze inside the magic fields for a moment, then the magic glyphs flickered out, and all the soldiers dropped unconscious to the floor.

“What are you doing, just standing there?!” Colonel Holyfire shouted at me.

I still had him pinned to the floor.

“Let go of me! Together we are more than a match for this traitor.”

Damiel… I spoke in his mind.

It will be fine, he replied. Just stick to the plan.

I released Colonel Holyfire.

He rose to his feet. “Dragonsire, this ends now.”

“Dying so soon, Holyfire?” Damiel countered with an amused chuckle.

Colonel Holyfire drew his sword. Flames burst to life