Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

time with her glass of blood. Savouring it. Fuck, how he would do the same. He would treat it like ambrosia, manna, a gift from the highest power. He would taste every drop, savour every molecule, and relish every trickle of heat that would flow through his veins as his body absorbed it.
    Nevar growled and closed his eyes, fighting the urge to swipe the glass away from her and down its contents.
    He wouldn’t touch the blood. He was stronger than the curse the sorceress had placed on him. He would overcome it.
    The little beauty next to him shifted on her seat, stealing his focus away from himself again and back to her. He opened his eyes and slid them towards her, studying her as she leaned on the bar and sipped her drink, her eyes pinned on the dark surface now.
    Her black hair had fallen forwards with her, revealing a dark streak on her skin that cut down under the collar of the robe.
    He reached out with his right hand and brushed the black material aside, revealing her creamy shoulder. He traced his fingertips lightly over the deep healing wound on her left shoulder.
    A dark rosy hue climbed her cheeks and she shied away from his touch, bringing her right hand up to catch her robe.
    She had walked in here naked as the day she had been born, brazen and bold, yet him seeing her bare shoulder had turned her shy.
    She had tossed Villandry across the room when he had attempted to touch her, yet him laying his fingers on her caused her to blush.
    “Who did this to you?” Whoever it had been, he wanted to kill them and avenge her. That dark urge swirled in his chest, malevolent and powerful, a force that felt as if it was strong enough to seize control of him by spreading through his limbs, twining tendrils around each bone, and hijacking command of his body.
    Although, this time he would willingly hand control over to his darkness, embracing it in order to strike down whoever had harmed her.
    He studied the healing mark that looked as if it had been done with a blade, his mood darkening as he recalled that it wasn’t the only one her body bore. Someone had hurt her, lacerating her pale smooth skin, and they would pay for it.
    A brief shadow of panic crossed her hazel eyes and she looked away. “I cannot remember. I woke not far from here.”
    “Naked?” he offered.
    She nodded, but didn’t seem concerned by it. It concerned him.
    He looked her over and the darkness stirred within him, roused by the insidious words whispering through his mind.
    “You were not touched there?” His anger spiked at the thought that such a pure female might have been sullied in such a fashion.
    That her fear of the males in the bar might stem from such a horrific act of abuse.
    His claws elongated as the black writhed up his arms, gaining ground, his darker self pushing for freedom. His fangs punched long from his gums and he had to fight hard to tamp down the urge to call one of his black blades to him.
    She didn’t seem to understand.
    He looked down at her hips.
    Her blush deepened. “No. It was a battle.”
    That drew a frown from him. “You were naked though.”
    She nodded.
    His frown hardened. “How did you come to be naked?”
    She looked into his eyes, hers as flat and emotionless as her face, and said, “I never had robes on.”
    She touched the one she wore, glancing down at it and then back at him.
    A smile curved her rosy lips. “It’s beautiful.”
    It wasn’t. It was plain and black, but she treated it as if it was precious, stroking her fingers over the material, a smile on her face and a sparkle in her hazel eyes.
    It made him wish he had manifested her something worthy of being called beautiful just so he could see how she would react to it.
    So she was wearing something worthy of her.
    She raised her eyes back to his and he knew he was about to sound like an idiot, but he needed to be sure he understood her.
    “You fight naked?” He waited for a reaction to that, sure she would laugh at him.
    She nodded. He