The guy who opened the door was no servant. She looked at the wall of the muscled male chest in front of her, tightly wrapped in a high-quality designer shirt. A shiver ran down the length of her spine.
Lifting her gaze, she found cold green eyes looking down on her with absolute derision. Those eyes travelled down the length of her petite body over the span of several heartbeats, taking in her threadbare jeans, ratty sneakers, and plain black cotton T. Without the snarl, she might have considered him handsome. His features were classically male and well-proportioned. Dark auburn hair cut close at the nape, and deep, penetrating green eyes that might have sparkled under different circumstances.
Ryssa stuck her tiny foot in the door as he tried to close it on her, grunting softly when the heavy weight of the hand-carved oak hit the side of her arch. He stilled, his gaze growing even colder, if that was possible. She withheld the urge to shiver again.
The ice in his human eyes made Marcella seem warm in comparison.
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For a moment, Ryssa had her doubts. Maybe Marcella had been mistaken. Her weight shifted from one foot to the other as she pulled the thin jacket tighter around her in the chill of the night.
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Those perfectly cold, clear, green eyes narrowed on her. Who is your friend? No way was Ryssa going to tell him about Marcella. Tired, cranky, and slightly unnerved by the power of his gaze, she opted for the direct approach. Behind the frosty exterior, she could sense his pain. People handled grief in different ways; maybe his was just by being a condescending asshole. He stared at her like she was some kind of cockroach heading towards the caviar. Let me in or release me from the summons. Avoiding the cold steel of his glare, she looked up at the position of the moon. At most, she had about an hour and a half before she had to turn and go back.
Even cutting through the woods it was a long walk and she was beyond tired, having worked nearly a full shift at the Seven Circles before coming here. Still he made no move one way or the other. His scowl deepened and his fists clenched, but she stood her ground.
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He might think he was big and bad, but he had no idea what was out there, the ones she dealt with on a regular basis. There were a very limited number of beings who could intimidate her, and they were a whole lot bigger and badder than this GQ jack-off. Just when she was sure he was going to push her back and slam the door in her face, he stepped back abruptly and opened it instead.
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Written by Abbie Zanders. All rights reserved. Like the previous two books, not only is it extraordinarily well researched, but beautifully written. The pacing, dialogue and characters all combine to create a modern classic that's impossible to put down. Because if so, Janine Ashbless just nailed it The final resolution was both surprising and ridiculously satisfying, in a heart-breaking, crying-over-my-Kindle sort of way.
I wanted a lot of things out of this series.
In principle, this could be read as a stand-alone story, but I strongly encourage you to read the first two in the series. She brings together myths from different cultures as well as archangels and angels who, being truly inhuman and created in a particular way, have a multitude of what we call human failings as well as unimaginable powers. Janine totally converted me with her brilliant storytelling.
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I highly recommend you let her do the same to you. Buy 'The Prison of the Angels' at Kobo. Janine Ashbless is a writer of erotic fiction for adults.
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