By: Gena Showalter | Other books by Gena Showalter
Published By: HQN
Published: Mar 01, 2013
ISBN # 9780373777433
Available in: Secure Adobe Epub eBook
New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter returns with another captivating Angels of the Dark tale, as a tormented warrior is brought to his knees by the most delicate of humans....
His name is Koldo. He is scarred, powerful, his control legendary--and he lives only for vengeance against the angel who viciously removed his wings. But if he yields to the forces of hatred, he will be eternally damned.
Nicola Lane was born with a defective heart, yet this fragile human shows surprising strength as demons stalk her every move, determined to end her. She is the key to Koldo's deliverance...and his downfall. Though he fights duty, destiny and his first addictive taste of desire, his toughest battle will be the one for Nicola's life--even if he has to sacrifice his own....
Koldo stalked down the ICU ward of the hospital. He and the warrior with him were hidden from human eyes and protected from human touch. The doctors, nurses, visitors and patients misted through them, completely unaware of the invisible world playing out alongside theirs. A spirit world that had given birth to this natural world, the human world.
A spirit world that was the true reality for all creation.
One day, these humans would discover just how exact that statement really was. Their bodies would die, their spirits would rise--or descend--and they would begin to understand the natural world was fleeting, the spiritual eternal.
Eternal. Just like Koldo's irritation seemed to be. He didn't want to be here among the humans, on yet another silly mission, and he really didn't like his companion, Axel. But his new leader, Zacharel, wanted him busy, distracted, for he suspected Koldo teetered on the verge of breaking a heavenly law.
Zacharel wasn't wrong.
After everything Koldo had endured in his father's camp...after escaping and spending centuries searching for his mother, Koldo had finally found her--and locked her inside a cage in one of his many homes.
So, yes. Koldo teetered. But he wouldn't ever cause the woman irrevocable harm. He wouldn't even lower himself to break one of her nails. For now, he simply hoped to teach her the horror of being trapped by circumstance, as she had taught him. As she was still teaching him.
Later, he would... He wasn't sure. He no longer liked to consider the future.
Because of his abhorrence of Cornelia, Koldo had landed in the Army of Disgrace. It was a terrible name for such a choice defensive force, but it was one that fit nonetheless. The members were the worst of the worst, the baddest of the bad...male and female Sent Ones who were in danger of damnation.
For various reasons, all twenty soldiers had ignored prized heavenly laws. They were meant to love, but they hated. They were to help others, but they really only hurt. They were to build up, but they only ever tore down.
Three months ago, the members had been given one year to mend their wicked ways, or they would be stripped of their abilities and kicked into hell.
Koldo would do whatever was necessary to keep that from happening--even deny himself true vengeance. He refused to lose the only home he'd ever known.
Axel grabbed him by the arm, stopping him. "Dude! Did you see the meat bags on that girl?"
And there was reason number one why Koldo had a problem working with Axel. "Could you be any more disgusting?" He jerked from the warrior's hold, contact with another not something he enjoyed.
"Yeah," Axel said with an irreverent grin. "I could. But someone, and I won't say your name, K, my man, needs to get his mind out of the gutter. I wasn't talking about her chesticles."
Koldo ran his tongue over his teeth. "What, then?"
"Hello. Her demons. Look."
His gaze slid to the room at his right. The door had been in the process of closing and now clicked shut, blocking the occupant from view. "Too late."
"It's only too late when you're dead. Come on. You gotta see this." Axel strode forward and ghosted through the entrance.
Koldo's hands curled into fists, and he battled the urge to punch a wall. They had a mission, and distractions only extended their time in a place crawling with demons laughing at the pain the humans suffered and whispering into the ears of anyone who would listen.
Can't survive, they said. There's no hope. And these humans...so many were...