Celestial (Angels of Elysium, #2)

by Olivia Wildenstein

Then again, he was an incredibly handsome man, and I was a woman with 20/20 vision.

Then why are you crying?” “Because I’m . . .” What was I? Proud? Hopeful? In the end, I went with a word that summed up both. “Because I’m happy.” “Thank Elysium I’m immortal or your unpredictability would’ve stopped my heart a few times already.”

Why did I enjoy rattling the seraphim so much? Oh yeah, because I was good at it, and I loved doing things I was good at.

Whitewashed in moonlight, Asher looked like one of those angels on the covers of paranormal romances.

My body warmed and my limbs began to fizz as though my very veins had been packed with Pop Rocks. He had to be putting out some form of angelic pheromones because never had I been so attracted to a man before.

“This happens all the time. You’re nothing special, Seraph.” My invisible wing bones strummed, and a feather collapsed. Damn lie detectors.

he whipped out his wings until the bronze tips grazed both walls of the gallery.

his wings were on the ridiculously enormous side.

“Scared?” “Of what’ll happen behind closed doors and drawn curtains after two decades of celibacy.” The archangel tipped me a slow smile. “If anyone should be frightened, it should be you, levsheh. You’re about to lead a famished man into your bed.”

You can rewrite this story a million different ways, Celeste, but it will always end the same. It will end with you and me.”