Her Wicked Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 6) (31 page)

“Is that meant to be reassuring?” Liora looked across at her and Erin smiled brightly.

“I’m saying that I’m a complete replica of my father… and there’s a vast difference between that and having a little of his blood in me. Asmodeus doesn’t have the Devil’s powers.” Erin caught her under the jaw and turned her face away from him, towards Apollyon. “He shares his doppelganger’s powers. Which would totally be a comfort if it weren’t for the fact that Apollyon is some almighty angel of destruction. The Great Destroyer.”

Erin’s tone turned dramatic and histrionic for those final three words.

“Why did the Devil create Asmodeus?” Liora looked back at him and found herself smiling as he tackled chopping half of the shark into thick chunks, a look of fierce concentration on his face. He looked at ease around Veiron now, despite their earlier fight, and didn’t seem to notice the wary looks that the male gave him from time to time. Did he feel more comfortable around someone from his own realm?

He probably felt as if he had an ally in Veiron.

“I don’t know.” Erin released her.

“I asked Apollyon when Asmodeus was sleeping and he said the same thing. He thinks that the Devil created him to be his right hand man, and I think that’s what Asmodeus believes too.”

“You don’t believe that?” Erin said.

Liora shook her head. “I did before. I just thought the Devil had created him because he could and because he wanted someone strong on his side, a powerful being who could help him rule Hell. The longer we spend together, the more I fear the Devil had a reason for making him, and hearing you call Apollyon the Great Destroyer… what if the Devil created Asmodeus from his blood because of that? What if he had wanted his own Great Destroyer?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Apollyon and Asmodeus have been around for thousands of years without being called upon for that purpose. My father likes insurance policies. He likes being in control. I would think that he made Asmodeus because he could and because his existence served as a sort of insurance policy—a way of protecting himself against Apollyon should the world go to hell.” Erin patted her arm again. “Come on. It’s getting dark and you really have to watch Veiron perform his miracle of turning fish into chicken.”

Erin waddled up the beach and Veiron rose to his feet as she approached and opened his arms to her. She stepped into them and he wrapped them around her, lowered his head and kissed her. Asmodeus looked uncomfortable and his gaze roamed to Liora.

She smiled at him and then looked out to sea. The sun was setting, casting gold and pink in the sky that echoed on the crisp turquoise water. It was beautiful. She sighed and listened to the water lapping against the shore, letting it soothe away her worries. Romulus and Remus continued to frolic in the small waves, chasing each other. Asmodeus’s gaze burned into her back, the intensity of it warming her right down to her bones, chasing away the last of her fears.

He wanted her to come to the group. She could almost feel it in her blood. He wanted her to return to him where she was safe and protected.

Liora’s smile widened and she obeyed his silent command.

“Romulus. Remus,” she called and the two hellhounds perked up, looked over at her and then came running full pelt towards her. She laughed as they rushed around her, springing at times, spraying her with water.

Liora turned towards Asmodeus. He was standing now, watching her, his broad bare chest bathed in golden light from the sunset and his long black linen trousers still damp and clinging to his thighs. Gorgeous. She would rather stare at him than the sunset behind her.

She walked towards him and Romulus and Remus rushed off in his direction.

Liora paused at a large piece of driftwood half-buried in the white sand. A mischievous smile tugged at her lips and she picked it up. It was too heavy for her to throw without assistance but that wasn’t going to stop her.

She waggled it and whistled to get the attention of the two hellhounds, feeling Asmodeus watching her. She waited until Romulus and Remus were closing in on her again before focusing her magic on her arms and throwing the driftwood.

It flew through the air and Remus barked, the thunderous sound drawing a gasp from someone near the camp, and chased it with Romulus bounding behind him. They jostled for position, almost bouncing on top of each other. The huge stick came down over fifty yards along the beach and Romulus was first to reach it but Remus was right behind him.

She laughed again as they both grabbed an end and began tugging, fighting each other, and then tried to run back to her, both of them keeping hold of the stick.

“I like to watch you with my hellhounds,” Asmodeus said from right beside her, making her jump and her heart leap into her throat. She hadn’t felt him approach. She had been too lost in watching Romulus and Remus, playing with them.

“I never had a pet.” Liora looked across her shoulder at him and smiled when she caught the warmth in his golden eyes as he looked down at her. “I’m thinking of adopting yours. What would you say to that?”

Asmodeus turned his profile to her and watched the two hellhounds, a faint smile on his firm sensual lips. “I would like that very much.”

Liora looped her arms around his left one and squeezed. “Thank you for the shark.”

Asmodeus slid his gaze to meet hers and smiled. “But if I ever use myself as bait again, you will kill me?”

Her own smile widened and she nodded. “Exactly. What happened to taking more care?”

“The shark was hardly a threat to me as the dragon was.”

Her smile cracked into a grin. “So you admit that dragon was a threat to you?”

He huffed, slipped free of her and held his hand out. Romulus and Remus set the stick down in it and wagged their tails, eagerly waiting. Asmodeus brought the stick back behind him, spun on his heel and launched it down the full length of the beach in the other direction. Romulus and Remus shot off after it, kicking up sand as they raced past the camp. Erin laughed and watched them.

Apollyon looked thoroughly unimpressed.

Liora’s smile faded and she looked back at Asmodeus, studying his eyes, his lips and then his fingernails.

“Your mood has changed abruptly. Did I do something wrong? Did you wish to throw the stick again?” Asmodeus said and turned to face her.

Liora shook her head, and then dragged her courage up and met his gaze. She touched the marks on her neck beneath her hair and felt the scabs.

“I was just thinking about something. You have fangs and claws, and golden eyes… like Erin… like the Devil.”

He tipped his head back and smiled. “Ah, and you were wondering why I have these things? Erin has been putting thoughts in your pretty head. It is true that I have a drop of the Devil’s blood in me.”

“Why?”

He raised his hand, brushed his knuckles across her cheek and cleared the hair from the right side of her throat, hooking it behind her ear. He stroked the marks he had placed on her, his eyes darkening with desire that rippled through her too.

“To control me and make me obedient to him, and to ensure I would serve him and was everything he desired me to be… as evil as he is.”

“But you’re not as evil as he is. There’s good in you.” Liora placed her hand over his and flattened it, so the heel of his palm brushed the top of her breast.

Asmodeus stared at their joined hands, his pupils dilating further. “The Devil has… I lived with him for many centuries… I saw… Liora, there is a chance that this good in me did not come from Apollyon.”

Her eyes went as round as the moon rising beyond the palm trees behind him.

If Asmodeus was right, then that was a doozy of a secret he had just spilled to her. “Seriously?”

“I cannot be sure. I may be wrong but it is something that has plagued me for countless centuries. If I am right, then perhaps I am only as evil as the Devil is… but I am still evil. The bad in me outweighs the good.”

“But there is good in you.”

He sighed and looked over her head to the distant horizon and the sunset. It reflected in his eyes, turning them fierce and golden. She didn’t expect him to answer. He didn’t like it when she pushed and she was pushing, and he was going to stand firm and not give her what she wanted. She wanted to hear him admit that there was good in him but he couldn’t bring himself to do that. It was easier for him to cling to the thought that there wasn’t and that he was as evil as his master.

She looked beyond him to the group around the fire, took hold of his hand and began leading him towards them.

Serenity looked up and smiled as Liora settled herself on a thick log across the fire from her, close to Veiron where he was cooking on a grill over a smaller fire nearby. Erin stood beside him chatting about hellhounds and her father.

Asmodeus sat beside Liora when she patted the log and rested his forearms on his bent knees.

Apollyon and Serenity were still catching up with Amelia and Marcus. Liora’s gaze fell on Apollyon and then returned to Asmodeus. She caught him staring at his twin, watching him, and kept still and silent. Apollyon laughed and talked with Marcus and the others, a completely different person to the one she was used to seeing. What was Asmodeus thinking as he watched his twin interacting with everyone?

His eyes were turning cold again, sharp and emotionless, and she could feel the distance growing between them. The evil she could always sense in him grew, battling the good and creating a struggle within him that made her want to rest her hand on his to reassure him that he didn’t need to compare himself to Apollyon or think the things she could almost hear going around his head.

She wasn’t very good at interacting with people and conversing easily either, and preferred to keep to herself most of the time. She wasn’t like Serenity. Serenity could smile, laugh, and make friends so easily. Liora didn’t have that talent.

Asmodeus didn’t have to feel bad or that he was lacking because he didn’t share Apollyon’s ability to make easy conversation with these people. She opened her mouth to tell him that but Erin sat down on the other side of him, stealing his attention away from Apollyon.

“I’ve wanted to ask you this for months,” Erin said and Liora leaned forwards so she could see the dark-haired woman, curious about what she wanted to know. “Did you mean to free me that day that you came to my cell or did you intend to torment me?”

Liora frowned at her, magic breaking to the surface of her hands, called forth by her anger over hearing Erin pose such a question to Asmodeus when he was in the grip of his emotions, struggling to find balance again.

“I desired to set you free.” Asmodeus kept his voice low and she had the feeling he was trying to stop others from hearing their conversation. Angels had fantastic hearing though. She could tell that because a hush fell over the camp and suddenly everyone was looking her way.

“Why?” Erin said with a frown.

“Because I knew you were the Devil’s daughter and I did not like how he was treating you. I felt it was… wrong.” Asmodeus’s dark eyebrows knitted together and Liora did settle her hand on his arm now, hoping it would offer him some strength and comfort in the wake of his minor epiphany. He knew right from wrong after all. He flexed his fingers and held Erin’s gaze. “You have the Devil’s blood in you, just as I do. I felt compelled to help you, but I am unable to breach the barrier around the prison without the Devil sensing it.”

Erin smiled when Veiron rested his hand on her shoulder and she covered it with her own. “That makes us sound like we’re sort of related… only you have two fathers. At the time, I thought you had wanted to help me. I’m glad I wasn’t going crazy and was right, and you were looking out for me. You’d make one hell of a big brother. You have that leader vibe happening just like Apollyon.”

Asmodeus stiffened and narrowed his gaze on her, and then glared daggers across the fire at Apollyon, daring him to speak. Liora pressed her hand more firmly on his arm, trying to stop what she could feel coming. Erin had meant her words kindly, but Asmodeus had grown to expect such words to be born of malice and spoken in an attempt to mock or belittle. He wasn’t accustomed to kindness.

She could feel the tension in him cranking higher and blackening his mood. He didn’t know what to make of what Erin had said, and the longer everyone stared at him, waiting for him to respond, the darker his feelings turned.

“Asmodeus,” Liora whispered and he shot to his feet, knocking her hand off him, stepped over the log and strode away from the fire.

Erin blinked in confusion. Liora really didn’t know what to say to explain everything. She gave up trying to think of something and went after Asmodeus, easily catching him before he went too far.

Liora slipped her fingers around his wrist.

He tensed and turned on her. “I need some peace and quiet.”

“Stay.” She stroked his arm and held his gaze, trying to soothe some of his tension away, and dropped her voice lower, so only he would hear her. She hoped. “Erin meant it in a nice way.”

He flashed fangs and took his arm away, casting a black look over her head to the fire and everyone there.

“I need… I need to get away.” He threw another look towards the fire and this one verged on panic. “I have to… I need a break.”

“Why?” The reason dawned on her as his eyes flicked to her and then back to the others, darting over each of them in turn, and his irises burned red around the edges.

“I am not used to being around so many,” he said quietly and she wanted to tell him that she had already figured that out for herself. He was fine when he was alone with her, and had seemed alright when helping Veiron, but being around the others set him on edge.

“I’ll go with you—”

“No,” he interjected harshly, and then his tone softened and he caressed her cheek, an affectionate edge to his golden eyes. “Remain with your cousin and the others. You must eat.”

“So must you.” She was sure he must be hungry after teleporting them all to the island, fighting Veiron and then wrestling with a shark.

“Save me some… just… give me five minutes.” He cupped her cheek and looked torn between leaving and staying now, and she wished she could convince him to stay even when she knew he needed to go and would feel better for it. “I just need five minutes.”