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Amelia cast a glance around the street and told herself that the monsters weren’t coming when her nerves spiked. They were safe. Marcus knocked again. After a minute had passed and she had come close to knocking too, a shadow appeared on the etched glass beside the door. The black door opened to reveal a handsome tawny haired man on the other side. His broad build almost filled the doorway as he stepped forwards and looked both ways up the street before his rich brown eyes settled on Marcus.

“I received your message.” He stepped back into the bright marble foyer of the house, his boots heavy on the chequered black and white floor. “Come in.”

Marcus nodded and entered, bringing her with him, and stepped to one side to allow the man to close the door behind them. Amelia remained tucked behind Marcus, unsure of the newcomer. He looked stronger than Marcus and she wasn’t going to let the normalness of his appearance fool her into relaxing. Marcus had looked normal once too.

The man’s faded black t-shirt hugged his bulky muscles, drawn tight across his thick arms, and his deep blue jeans were taut over his muscular thighs. If he was different, like Marcus, could Marcus protect her from this man if he needed to?

“Is this the female?” The man peered around Marcus to catch a glimpse of her.

Amelia backed behind Marcus, evading him. When had Marcus told him that they were coming? He hadn’t called anyone since the attack. Had he known this would happen and had warned this man in advance?

She wanted to see his face so she could read it and know whether he had, but that meant moving out into the open. If she did that, the other man would stare at her, and she wasn’t in the mood to be stared at.

“Timid creature, isn’t she?” the man said and defiance curled through her.

Amelia stepped out of Marcus’s shadow and glared at the man. Marcus put his hand on her shoulder, steering her into his embrace and then sliding his arm around her waist. The feel of it around her bolstered her courage.

“She has been through a lot, Einar. Leave her be. I know I am asking much of you, and it had not been my intention to bring her here after the attack. I had no other choice.”

“It happened again?” the man named Einar said with a quick glance over him.

Marcus nodded.

Amelia frowned. What had happened again? The attack or something else? She looked to Marcus for an explanation but he looked away from her, focusing on the other man.

“Come upstairs and we can have Taylor have a look.” Einar’s deep voice echoed around the hall.

Marcus followed him towards the elegant wooden staircase opposite the door in the foyer. Amelia trailed behind them, her focus on her bare feet and the treads as she followed them around the tight rectangular turns of the staircase. Taylor? Did the man have a male partner? There had been warmth in his eyes when he had said that name, deep affection that he hadn’t tried to hide. She stared at his back as she trudged up the stairs. Strands of his mousy hair had fallen out of the short ponytail at the nape of his neck, curling around his ears. Marcus’s black unruly hair grazed the nape of his neck too, not long enough to tie back into a ponytail, but she could imagine it longer and worn that way, and she liked it. It took her mind off the situation and the strange new environment around her.

Her moment of peace shattered when they entered a large elegant drawing room on the second floor. The dark antique furniture and the oil paintings that adorned the deep red walls didn’t suit the man who had led them up to this room, but the masses of weaponry that occupied the sofas, chairs and even a large oak table certainly did. Everywhere she looked there were guns, swords, bows and knives.

What sort of help did Marcus want from this man and the one he had called Taylor?

Marcus moved to one side.

Amelia stopped dead.

Taylor wasn’t a man after all.

A beautiful lithe woman dressed head to toe in tight fitting black clothes similar to Einar’s strode towards them, her knee-high heeled boots heavy on the polished wooden floor. Long glossy dark hair curled around her face, lending her skin a milky look and brightening her blue eyes.

Amelia set her jaw and straightened in the face of the challenge.

“What’s up?” Taylor said and pecked Einar’s cheek before draping her arm over his shoulder and looking Marcus’s way. “Romeo said there was trouble. I was getting ready to gear up.”

Romeo? The unimpressed look on Einar’s face suggested that it was a nickname for him that he didn’t particularly like.

Amelia didn’t particularly like a few things about Taylor herself. Namely the fact that she had now left Einar’s side and was stalking across the room towards Marcus, her sultry smile directed straight at him.

“I need to know about any demon activity in the city. Especially about any black skinned demons that can materialise weapons,” Marcus said and Taylor’s pretty face turned thoughtful. Amelia looked across the room at Marcus. Had he gone crazy at the same time as she had? Demons? She took in all the weapons again and then Marcus and decided that demons were actually looking like a reasonable explanation for what had happened tonight.

She had always been sceptical about the supernatural, but Marcus had killed two black creatures with flame red eyes and sharp teeth right in front of her. Demons were real. These people clearly knew about them and Marcus had come to get more information on their enemy. Which was insane.

Taylor looked cagey and fiddled with one of the knives strapped to her sides below her arms. Each knife had a ring on the end that Amelia supposed was so the beautiful woman could quickly unleash them.

“Taylor?” Einar said and she closed her eyes.

“I know them,” she whispered and a nervous edge entered her blue eyes when she fixed them on Marcus. “Angels.”

Marcus and Einar both stepped towards her.

“Hell’s angels? I thought they had a human appearance?” Marcus said and Taylor nodded.

“They do normally… but that isn’t their true appearance. In reality, they’re black skinned, with red eyes and sharp teeth, larger than human, and can materialise objects in much the same way as you boys. I guess that part is left over from being an angel.”

Amelia found it difficult to keep up with the conversation. Angels. Hell’s angels, but she suspected they weren’t the sort who rode motorbikes. Materialising things like Marcus and Einar could.

Marcus had made a tissue appear in the street, and had changed the handle of the blade at his waist into a staff, creating a spear. Supernatural powers. What had she gotten herself into?

“They came after Amelia. I need to stay here a while, not for long. Just until I know it is safe and we can move again. I need to know that she is safe.” Marcus’s words warmed her heart and she wanted him to see how much they had affected her.

She stepped forwards and all eyes were on her.

Taylor raked a quick assessing gaze over her and then looked back at Einar. “You didn’t mention mortal female in the Marcus-has-a-problem report.”

“You could consider her the source of the problem.” Einar picked up a crossbow.

Amelia’s eyes shot wide, locked on the weapon, and her pulse rocketed. “Now wait a minute.”

She held her hands up and Marcus stepped forwards, towards Taylor and Einar, placing himself between her and them.

“No one here will hurt you, Amelia,” he said without looking at her and Einar eyed the crossbow, an apologetic look entering his dark brown eyes as he lowered it.

“I wasn’t meaning to shoot you. I was just checking it over before patrol tonight.”

She wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or not. The flood of adrenaline caused by the thought of coming under attack again swept her along.

“What the hell is going on?” Amelia moved further into the room, defiant of her fear and resolved to face whatever insane suggestions they spouted.

It was Marcus who spoke.

“You are in danger.” The soft tone of his voice would have soothed her if she hadn’t been hanging on every word.

“Danger?” She turned towards him. The warmth in his icy blue eyes calmed her a little but not enough that the tremble running through her body stopped. The thought that she was still in danger brought everything back and she wasn’t sure that she was strong enough to face more of the creatures that Marcus had fought let alone anything worse. Would other demons be coming after her? Why? What had she done to deserve this? Her life was bad enough already.

Marcus moved closer and took hold of her hand again, his fingers pressing into her palm and his thumb resting gently across her knuckles, and nodded.

“It is my mission to protect you, Amelia, and has been from the moment you were born…” His hesitation sent her blood thundering and breath stuttering.

She wasn’t sure what she had expected him to say but the words that left his sensual lips dropped on her like a tonne of bricks and the shockwave carried away her fear, leaving her empty inside.

“I am an angel.”