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Supernatural Lies

An Angel and Her Demons

Lacey Carter Andersen

Contents

Dedication

Connect With Lacey

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

More by Lacey Carter Andersen

About the Author

Copyright 2020

Published by Lacey Carter Andersen

Cover Art by Andreea

This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters are over the age of eighteen. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

This book is protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America. Any reproduction or other unauthorized use of the material or artwork herein is prohibited without the express written permission of the author.

Dedication

To my children- thank you for being patient with your mama when she’s absorbed in fantasy worlds. You are without a doubt the best thing that has ever happened to me.

~ Lacey Carter Andersen

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Surcy had been such a fool. She’d given up love, light, and freedom for the most ridiculous thing imaginable—hope. Stupid hope.

And now she was paying for it in a dark cell far beneath the ground. Trapped within four tiny walls like a casket… in a place no one could hear her screams.

A human would pray for death. An escape from the dark and the silence. From the cold. From the loneliness.

But an immortal? There’s no escape for me.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she desperately tried to swallow down the hollow feeling that radiated throughout her chest. But the feeling remained. It pulsed within her, a reminder of her mistake. Of her failure.

Touching the spot above her heart, a sharp pain shot through her arm. A gasp slipped from her lips. She dropped her hand, hating how much her body hurt. All the time.

I’m growing weaker with each day that passes.

A strange panic uncurled inside of her. Instinctually, she called her soul-blade into her hand, then used her magic to make a light blue fire dance along the sharp edge. Instantly, she winced. The light hurt. It burned her eyes after so long in the dark. But sometimes she needed it to chase away the shadows that seized her heart.

After several long seconds, the light grew slightly more tolerable. But then, her prison came into focus.

Her pulse sped up. The filthy walls looked as if they bled. And even though she knew the dark coloring that dripped down was likely moisture and rust, it still turned her stomach.

She sent her soul-blade away. That was one thing about her prison. The darkness was preferable to the light.

And yet, if her blade gave off warmth, she would have kept it. Despite how the sight of her prison made her heart race and her stomach turn. Because her damp cell was intolerable.

Angels had a tendency to run cold, but the chill that lay heavy in the cell was unlike anything she’d experienced in her life. It was the kind of clawing coldness that cut deeply, bone-deep.

She was pretty sure even her demons would be cold here.

She shivered, hunching her shoulders even further. But even the stone beneath her sucked the warmth from her body. She pulled her wings closer, but they did nothing to stop the cold.

How long since she’d felt the warmth of a fire? Of a touch?

Think of your demons. Of Mark’s smile. Daniel’s laugh. And Tristan’s eyes.

Think of what it felt like to touch them. To be touched by them.

To be loved.

One of her last moments with Mark came to her like a flash of light. Like the scent of warm cookies. Comforting and perfect.

She smiled in the darkness.

He was working in the garden with his shirt off when she came around the corner. The sight of him made her steps faltered and her thoughts freeze.

She licked her lips and stared, taking in every inch of him. Her demon was stunning beneath the sun’s rays, with so much of his flesh exposed to her greedy gaze. Seeing him like this was like a treat she couldn’t help but reach for. Most days Mark dressed in collared shirts and khaki pants, like an engineer or a scientist who spent his days behind a desk. Usually his clothes only added to his sweet sexiness that drove her wild.

But seeing him like this? In his tight jeans and no shirt? It did things to her. It made her want to touch every inch of him and awaken the wild demon who stretched to life each time he made love to her.

She snuck slowly up to him and trailed a finger along his spine.

He looked back at her. Not the least bit startled.

“What are you up to, sexy?” she said flirtatiously.

His expression grew serious, and he glanced down at the plant he’d been tending so carefully. “The new starfruit I planted doesn’t seem to be growing well. I think it may need more—“

She sighed.

He stopped speaking. “Wait, were you flirting again?”

Her lips curled into a smile. “You bet.”

Immediately, he stood, his massive frame towering over her. He dusted his hands on his pants, then reached up and adjusted his glasses. “Does that mean you want to—have sex?”

She laughed. “Aren’t demons supposed to be smooth? You know, good at seducing women?”

His gaze grew intense. “What man could be smooth with you? You’re so damned beautiful. Even after all this time, you take my breath away. I still can’t believe I get to touch you.”

Her breath came out in a rush. “That was pretty damn good.”

“Good?” he frowned, looking confused.

“Just shut up,” she whispered, reaching up

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