Angel Fury (Immortal Legacy #2) - Ella Summers Page 0,42

be able to get the jump on someone with your reflexes.” Pink flashed us a warm smile.

“Where are you staying while you’re here?” Blue asked us.

“We were thinking of camping out in the woods,” replied Damiel.

“On your honeymoon?” Shock flashed across Blue’s face. “You mustn’t.”

Pink nodded. “Especially with the rebels stalking about. “There’s a nice hotel near the sacred springs. It’s called the Sunshine Palace.”

“The matron is lovely.”

“And she makes the loveliest fruit pies.”

Damiel looked at me. “It is late. And we haven’t slept in a long time.”

“True,” I agreed.

So we bade farewell to our bar buddies and headed out. Along the way to the hotel, we got a quick look at the Hive’s fortress. From the buzz of magic in the air, it was obviously heavily warded, just as the three women had told us.

There had to be a way in, but right now, I didn’t see it.

As soon as the Sunshine Palace’s matron heard Damiel and I were newlyweds—and Damiel compelled the hell out of her—she handed us the key to the honeymoon suite and shooed us upstairs.

“I’m surprised you told the ladies in the bar that we’re from another world,” I said as we walked toward our room.

“The humans here are out of the loop. They know nothing of the Hive’s plans, but they do know about this world and its political structure. They would find it strange that we wanted to know about their world—needed to know about it—if we were from around here. The risk of telling them seemed minimal.”

I smiled. “So you trusted them.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” He opened the door to our room.

The moment I stepped inside, the chuckles died on my lips. “The room has only one bed.”

“It is the honeymoon suite,” he said matter-of-factly and shut the door. “Newlyweds typically have no desire for separate beds.” He began taking his clothes off.

I just stared at him, frozen. He sure was jumping into things fast.

But Damiel didn’t make a move on me. He just lay down and pulled the blanket over himself.

“You should get some rest,” he told me. “We start bright and early tomorrow morning.”

“Right.” The embarrassment of my false assumption burned my cheeks.

Though I usually removed most of my clothes for comfort during sleep, this time I got into bed with everything but my boots on. Damiel’s amused eyes panned down my fully-clothed body. Then he turned around and switched off the nightstand lamp.

I lay awake for a while, mentally berating myself for worrying about what Damiel might do. How ridiculous! He would never try to force himself upon me. I knew that. And if he got too cheeky, I’d just break his arm, like any self-respecting angel would do.

But that wasn’t the half of it.

The most ridiculous part of it all was that I wanted him to make a move. I longed for his hand to brush against mine. For him to hold me, kiss me, seduce me one sinful promise at a time.

And yet, when I’d thought that opportunity had come, I’d tensed up, frozen by fear.

Because I was scared. Scared for myself. Scared for the intimacy I wanted to share with Damiel. Scared that it was already too late, that I was falling for the Legion’s Master Interrogator. Today had been a real eye-opener. I’d learned so much about him, and I liked what I saw in him.

My father had warned me to keep my distance from Damiel, but how could I possibly do that now, after he’d spilled his soul to me?

I didn’t think Damiel could ever fall for anyone. Love anyone. He’d opened up to me, true, but he was still so closed off. His heart was closed. Looking out for me, protecting me, those were completely different than having feelings for me.

Slowly, I realized Damiel’s breathing had changed. He’d fallen asleep, and so I finally surrendered myself to sleep too.

14

A Lifelong Lie

I dreamt I was in bed with an angel. I nestled up closer to him, sinking into the warm arms that held me. A feeling of absolute contentment washed over me.

Then I opened my eyes and found it was Damiel who held me. And that this wasn’t a dream at all. I jumped out of the bed.

His brows lifted. “You didn’t sleep well,” he observed.

“I…” My cheeks hot, I averted my eyes from his bare chest.

“Bad dreams?”

“Something like that.”

Like the dream that Damiel and I were cuddling. Except it hadn’t been a dream at all.

“We should get going,” he said, standing.

I was