He’d never wondered such a thing about anyone before.

Watching her, unable to turn away, a single question had drifted through his mind: Was her pearl-like skin as soft as it appeared?įorget desire. He’d seen her for the first time several weeks ago, long black hair flowing down her back, amber eyes bright and lips bloodred. All he knew was that he’d never experienced what mortals referred to as “desire. For Bianka, who had never been condemned to hell, that would have to involve something else. For demons, that involved escaping their fiery prison to walk the earth. However, he could only act against them when they broke a heavenly law. Worse, the blood of Lucifer-his greatest enemy and the sire of most demon hordes-flowed through her veins. She was a thief, a liar and a killer who found joy in the vilest of tasks. She was the daughter of a Harpy and a phoenix shape-shifter. When they found this…thing, this abomination, they happily destroyed it before it could destroy them. With as many millennia as he’d lived, he’d come to learn that each of the Elite Seven had one temptation. One of the Elite Seven, created before time itself. When he neared ground, he allowed his wings, long and feathered and golden, to unfold from his back and catch in the current, slowing his progress.

Determined, he jumped from the cloud he stood upon, falling quickly…wind whipping through his hair… His jaw clenched and his skin pulled tight. FROM HIGH IN THE HEAVENS, Lysander spotted his prey.

The Darkest Angel by M.W. Russell