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The most powerful villains are as unlovable as they are untouchable.
Her wings flutter beneath the light as she cocks her head and flashes me a broad smile. It’s like looking at the fucking sun.
I resist the urge to tug on Tayce’s hair and instead, gaze up at Angelo with my best wounded-puppy impression. “Please don’t shout at me, I cry easily.”
“Of course I didn’t hire a stripping cop.” “Oh, thank God.” “He’s a firefighter.”
To the angel wings spread across his sternum, and the lone square-inch of bare skin between them.
My next breath catches when I suddenly realize why the sun is shining on a cold mid-December day. It’s shining for her. Like a personal spotlight, it pours through the window and surfs down her golden waves, catching the sparkle of her lip gloss and the shimmer of her eye shadow. The light loves her.
I know the exact number of seconds it takes for her heat to bleed through my shirt and warm my skin. I could pick out her fingerprint on its texture alone because it’s etched onto my bicep, the hollows of my cheeks, the scar on my face.
“Do you invade every man’s space?” “Do you want to hear it’s just you?”
I nearly burn my wrist on the candle, reaching over to stroke his arm when he tells me, with a rueful look in his eye, that if it weren’t for his knee injury, he would have gone pro.
Dead
