Martinis with the Devil: Part One (Zyan Star, #1)

by A.A. Chamberlynn

I had just slammed back a cocktail and was happily contemplating my eternal damnation when the angel walked into my bar. Solid muscle, like all the warriors, and with that same self-satisfied, holier-than-thou attitude. It was the set of the jaw. Gave ‘em away every time. He paused just inside the door, scanning the patrons to the right and left of him. After a moment, satisfied his glamour concealed him, he headed in my direction.

“That’s what you’re really going to Hell for, getting your old BFF to turn that dog immortal,” Quinn teased. “That would get the church all fired up for sure.”

If you ever love someone, really, truly love them, then a part of you always loves them, even if they screw you over majorly. As in, promise to love you forever and then abandon you at the first possible opportunity, because as it ends up they’re a vampire and everything you shared was just a game. So, when I saw him standing there, this tiny part of me still loved him, even as a wave of black rage devoured every ounce of humanity still left in my body.

“I have a plan. Find that bastard, and kill his sorry ass. It has a beautiful simplicity, don’t you think?” I smiled a smile I knew was not pretty at all.

Shit and double shit. I would have to tell Eli that. Which meant I was going to have to be the first one to break the silence after the argument, which blew big time. Oh, and the demonic invasion sucked, too.

He wore his usual smug smile as he stepped forward into the light. A smile that told me if he’d wanted the HR dead, he’d have moved quicker than the human eye could follow and cut him down without a single witness. Except me, of course.

“That’s one big freaking volcano,” I whispered to Eli. We were standing on the lower slopes of Mt. Rainier in snow up to our ankles, looking up at thousands of feet of majestic mountain. His lips twitched up in a small smile. “Well, yeah. Haven’t you been here before?”