World After (Penryn & the End of Days, #2)

by Susan Ee

My hypothesis is that when a couple of them enter our world, it’s a local phenomenon.”

He can’t see anything worth risking a minor reprimand for, much less the Pit. Even if he could get past their looks and behavior,

He came to earth to spare his Watchers the pain of having to hunt down their own children.

We fight, Raffe and I, all through the night.

It’s Raffe’s sword. He’s going to want it back someday.

Raffe follows rumors of the nephilim, kills hellions and anything else that terrorize the locals, then disappears into the night.

He flies

away from anybody he might have connected with in the process to avoid getting them killed. Alone. Just Raffe and his sword....

Through the haze of agony, he wonders who she is and why a Daughter of Man would sacrifice herself to help him.

His last thought before he blacks out is that his Watchers would have liked this girl.

She sees me once in a guy’s arms and she has us married already. I wonder what Raffe would think of my mom being his mother-in-law.

It’s a map of the Bay Area with yellow arrows pointing to two spots.

I’m hoping you’ll restore my faith and show me that we’re worth saving.”

Tattoo leans over Doc. “Your human privileges are being revoked, asshole.”

Sometimes, I think he just likes playing God—

So he could pass them off as nephilim and blame Raffe for not doing his job.

“The latest batch of locusts have the lion’s teeth and women’s hair that you requested, but they can’t work their mouths properly. If you want them closer to the biblical description, we need more time.”

But it’s not until his eyes meet mine that a jolt of recognition passes between us.

But he fights his recognition of me. For a second, his defenses fall and I can see the turmoil behind his eyes.

He starts a slow smile that melts my bones.

“Don’t talk. You’ll just spoil my fantasy of rescuing an innocent damsel in distress as soon as you open your mouth.”

I am not going to be one more wound on his soul.

He’s panting for air and staring right at me with a look so intense it makes me squirm.

“I thought for sure I’d lost you.” Lost me? I stare into the fire without seeing it. “I thought I’d lost you too.” The words barely come out.

“I guess none of us are.” Our eyes meet and an electric tingle runs through me. “She missed you,” I say in a whisper. “Did she?” His voice is a soft caress. His gaze into my eyes is so intense that I swear he sees straight into my soul. “Yes.” Warmth flushes my cheeks. I… “She thought about you all the time.” The candlelight flickers a soft glow along his jawline, along his lips. “I hated losing her.” His voice is a low growl. “I hadn’t realized just how attached I’d gotten.” He reaches and moves a strand of wet hair out of my face. “How dangerously addictive she could be.”

He glares at me. “I’ve had to watch you die once, isn’t that enough?”