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He was easily six feet or so. Brawny and bulky like he’d spent hours a day at the gym. Not my usual type, but it fit him well. Tattoos peeked out around his neck and arms, tribal by the looks of them, and it was safe to say I didn’t expect to see some angel dude with an upper body full of tattoos.
Honestly, I’d probably peg him for a high-ranking mafia member before ever making my way over to some heavenly creature.
His golden flesh glowed wherever white fabric wasn’t, and it wouldn’t be exaggeration to argue that, though he wasn’t as captivating as Nova was, he was easily a close second.
As the stranger came closer, his fist went back, and then without really understanding how it happened, Nova hit the brick wall behind us and collapsed in a heap of limbs onto the sidewalk. The dude didn’t even blink as he turned to me, palm out. “Lady, I presume?”
The bubble I’d been blowing popped, and I put my hand in his before stealing a look at Nova on the floor. “Nice hit.”
The iridescent swirl of several shades of orange and yellow in his irises distracted my gaze only for as long as it took the stranger to beam a perfect white smile at me. “I’ve been waiting a very long time to do that,” he disclosed with a sly smirk.
I wasn’t made of stone. I’d fallen for pretty smiles and eyes, same as any girl with a pulse. This dude had it all, and he’d even punched Nova for being an asshole. That was as good as flowers for this chick.
Call me wooed.
“Fable?” I asked, already sure it was him.
His gorgeous smile broadened, and it was disgusting how fast I considered whether or not it’d be improper to fuck an angel on the first meeting. I’d sinned a great deal, broken plenty of ethical rules, basically paraded around like a lawless ho. Maybe bedding an angel wouldn’t be so immoral.
Maybe I didn’t care if it was.
Snapping out of it, I eyed the angel skeptically, convinced he’d used some mystical angel power of seduction on me. “You’re late,” I complained, making the angel’s eyebrow raise.
Then he laughed like I was the funniest person he’d ever met. I mean, I was, but the dude didn’t know that yet.
“Sorry, darling. I had trouble finding the place. Nova’s bad habit of encrypting shit to the point that it’s impossible foranyoneto figure out hasn’t changed,” Fable taunted, still not looking at the guy he’d punched a second ago. “But I’m glad I came. You’re…” His eyes did a small downward swipe, and I couldn’t help the upwards tilt of my mouth. “Well, I didn’t expect you one little bit.”
Nova cleared his throat, and finally Fable looked over at him. Their eyes connected, and the violent tension would be impossible to miss.
Several people on the sidewalk had already slowed—some witness to the first blow—and many had gotten out their phones, probably expecting a fight worthy of YouTube or TikTok. I mean, hehadjust punched the dude in a public shopping district.
Fable spoke first, “Let’s get off the street and talk about what you put in your little ‘Sorry for fucking up, and here’s how I plan to make it up to you guys’ note.”
22
Crime Against the Heavens
DID NOVA KNOW EVERYONE EVERYWHERE we went, or was that the reason he chose this district? To be fair, I wouldn’t put it past the well-connected fallen angel to exert power over an entire city. He seemed like he was rich enough to do it.
Rich people, sheesh.
The second we entered the restaurant the air was heavy with demonic energy. I idly wondered if Fable would kill us here, or maybe wait until after appetizers. I could eat the entire menu, I was so hungry, so I really didn’t want to fight on an empty stomach.
To my surprise though, the angel who’d easily fit in with the crowd of this particular establishment followed us to the back of the room, where a swinging door fed into a private area teeming with the dark and dangerous.
Eyeing a few of them, I made a mental note of their faces so I could pay them avisitlater. You know, when I hadn’t died at the hands of an angel or ruler of Hell. Call me optimistic, but I wanted something to do after dethroning a big and powerful bitch.
A few of the men let their lecherous demon eyes take a pointed path down my body and I winked at them as I passed, swinging my bat in loose, violent circles.
If I wasn’t already preoccupied with an angel, I’d love tap a few for funzies. I mean, none of them looked like they’d fought beside us the day before when we took out Madam Mayhem and Dr. Sick. Then again, I probably wouldn’t remember anybody who wasn’t Reese.
The thought of her still put acid in my throat, and I swallowed it down after chewing my gum a little too enthusiastically.
The excited whispers picked up the second we walked to the farthest table, trailing a woman with too much hair and not enough skirt. Her several-inch heels could take out an eye, and I was tempted to ask her where she’d gotten them. I was always on the lookout for clothes that killed—literally.
“Can I grab you some drinks first, Nova?” she asked, flirting shamelessly with him like we weren’t there. “Your usual?”
Fable fought his way into the seat beside me, all muscle and girth and barely fitting under the damn table. I eyed the asshole as he worked his ass into a comfortable position, leg pressed boldly against a woman who was still holding a bat.
