Death of a Demon (The Dark Angel Wars 3)

“But tonight,” he said, his

expression turning serious. “You’re all mine. And I don’t care what kind of spectacle we make in the bedroom. I intend to enjoy every part of you.”

My stomach flipped at his meaning. I had to turn to hide my reddening face in Reba’s side. I was pretty sure I was going to enjoy tonight just as much as him.

“I don’t know about that,” I said over my shoulder as I tightened the girth on Reba’s saddle. “My old roomie has been begging for me to come back. I might just have to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

He couldn’t see my teasing smile, but I could hear his irritated growl.

“I’m going to have to have a talk with Miss Raquel...”

“Tell you what.” I turned to him and smiled. “I’ll race you for it. Down to the manor. If I win, I stay the night in my old room.”

A cocky grin lit up his face. “And if I win, you’re with me.”

“Deal.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the look of determination on his face. He didn’t need to know that I’d be losing this race on purpose. Heaven and Hell couldn’t keep me away from my warrior angel tonight. That was for sure.

“Alright, let’s get this settled.” He swung his leg up into the stirrup and took his seat. Throwing me a devilish smile, he raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue at Clint. “Go!”

He was off before I could even climb on my horse’s back. All I could do was laugh to protest his unfair advantage. We took off down the field, the wind streaming through my hair. I closed my eyes and soaked in the warmth of the sun on my face, the coolness of the breeze.

This was everything I’d ever wanted. Family. Faith. And a purpose. I’d found them all, here at Westward Manor.

My name was Elizabeth Quinn Redding and I was a warrior of Heaven.

And I was loved.