Supernatural Lies: A Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance (An Angel and Her Demons Book 1) Lacey Andersen (best pdf ebook reader .TXT) 📖

makes you suffer in each of your lifetimes. If he finds you, he will kill you again. This is the only place he can’t reach you. It's protected by the druid’s ancient magic, which is nearly as old as the world itself. You and your daughter need to stay here until I find the others.”

She nodded. “I don’t remember who I was. But I remember before I started taking the drugs. I was so young. Every time I was near anyone, I could sense their heart’s desires. I could see parts of their life path, and how it led to the person they were meant to be with.”

The goddess reached out, and instinctually, he knelt before her. She touched his cheek, her eyes locked onto his. He felt her magic. Flowing around him, through him. Like a powerful aura that radiated love and beauty, he was overwhelmed by it.

When she released him, he sucked in a deep breath, feeling too much, feeling things he didn’t understand.

A smile formed on her lips. “Your angel… she is lucky to have you.”

Behind them, a soft voice whispered, “Mom?”

She moved away from him, taking her overwhelming power with her.

He remained kneeling, his head spinning.

“A goddess,” his father murmured. “This isn’t possible.”

Mark's gaze moved to the old druid and he slowly rose to his feet. “I told you. We didn’t have to just accept the darkness in this world. There was something we could do about it.”

His father’s blue eyes, the same clear color as his own, stared through him. “How?”

Mark didn’t touch the necklace around his throat. The one his father couldn’t see. “I can find them. I could always sense them. I just didn’t know what it was.”

“We thought you were crazy,” his father said. “We thought your ideas would bring about our ruin.”

Mark turned from his father and headed back the way he had come, to where the goddess held her daughter in her lap, speaking softly. “I was never going to ruin the sanctuary. I was never going to ruin all of you. But you certainly thought you destroyed me that day, didn’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” the old man said, his voice cracking. “I couldn’t have known.”

You could have put your faith in me. “I know this goddess, and the others, will be safe with all of you.”

“You have my word,” his father said, his voice overwhelmed with emotion. “This changes everything. There is a chance at defeating Caine. There is a chance at bringing back the world we once knew.”

He glanced back at his father. ”Yes, there is.”

Just outside the sanctuary, he sent his brothers a text.

She got here safely. Heading back.

As he started back through the woods, he began to jog, and then to run. He had saved the goddess and her child. Now he needed to find Tristan. He needed to be sure he’d gotten away.

The trees were blurs around him. His breath rushed in and out. When he broke into the small clearing, he stared and stared. In the center, blood darkened the ground.

Moving without feeling his legs, he came to the spot. Before it, the grass had died. Mark was a druid. A being who never simply disappeared into the afterlife. His people were treasured, and always led to the afterlife by Death.

And the dead grass? It was a tell-tale sign that Death had been there.

He crumpled to his knees. Feeling numb. There were no body, but then, there wouldn’t be. His brother was a demon. His body would disappear. And his soul? The Shadow Hounds would have destroyed it.

How is this possible?

His phone vibrated in his pocket. Numbly, he pulled his phone out. A text waited. We’re all back at the car.

With shaking hands he texted back, is Tristan with you?

An eternity seemed to pass before he got the most wonderful response in the world, yes.

Stuffing his phone back in his pocket, he stood, smiling. Brimming with relief. When he turned around, a hard fist struck him square in the face. His glasses broke and fell, as he hit the ground. He blinked, staring up in surprise.

Five angels with white wings towered over him.

He recognized the angel from earlier in the day. The big creature smiled. His nose was crooked, and bruises on his face had not yet healed. His wings looked strange, almost off-kilter. “We have a little message for your friends.”

Mark sprung to his feet, but they were on him in an instant. He fought like the devil himself, but no demon could defeat five angels.

24

Surcy waited impatiently in the back of the car, tapping her fingers on her legs. Tristan was sleeping in the front seat, snoring loudly. Daniel reassured her that by the morning, his injuries would have greatly healed.

But still, she was shocked by the impact seeing him hurt had had on her. She had fought like an avenging angel. There had been no thoughts. No hesitation. She’d simply killed and killed.

How did I know what to do?

It was frustrating to know her memories lived somewhere inside her, trapped. She just wanted them back. She wanted to be who she was before. She wanted to be the woman the demons had loved. Will that ever happen?

Daniel cleared his throat. “So,” he drew out the word. “About before.”

Her gaze flickered to his dark eyes that stared back at her in the rearview mirror. “Yes?”

He stared at her. “Anything to say about it?”

Folding her arms in front of her chest, she raised a brow. “Nope.”

She felt immensely satisfied when his lips curled into a smile. “Good.”

What does that mean? She was thankful he hadn’t pressed for more. Her thoughts were still so scattered and uncertain. She felt something for Daniel. Attraction. Curiosity. But those things weren’t enough of a reason to fall into bed with him. She needed… more.

Truth be told, she felt something unique and different for all three of them.

A chill moved along her flesh raising goose bumps along her skin. For a second, she simply sat