With the smooth curve of his talon, he caressed Angela’s cheek. The demon stood before her and grasped her frail arm. Weak of mind and body, she lumbered forward through the opening in the wall and away from the protection of the abbey’s sanctified ground. He leaned toward Angela, willing her to cross the invisible barrier. Her progress faltered when she reached the holy ground’s boundaries. He watched, immobilized with morbid fascination. Before the force could ensnare him as well, Powell released his hold and backed away. The demon’s call slithered toward Angela and wrapped around her like a sensual net. He slipped his hand under his robe and adjusted his erection. The compulsion whispered past Powell, sweeping across his skin with the promise of pleasure. “For your sake, monk, I hope you are right.” Icarus held out his hand. “But she’ll not be able to resist the cries of her closest friend.” She doesn’t trust me.” Powell stroked Angela’s limp, blonde hair. “Where is the other woman-the gifted one?” “This is not what I asked for.” The deadly calm of Icarus’s voice belied the danger of his statement. Lucky for them, the Demon Bane preferred their sacrifices pure. They never were, always crying and pleading to be left alone. Angela had been lovely once, but like so many, she hadn’t been woman enough to withstand the honor of his attentions. Her thin shift clung to her bony frame, and her dull eyes stared ahead. She stood unnaturally still, compelled by the monk’s hypnosis-a spell taught to him by the demon. He held the hissing torch higher to reveal a young woman. The monk ignored the question and swiped the cold rain from his eyes. “What troubles you, Brother? Are you not happy to see me?” Powell glanced away, refusing to gaze into the mesmerizing, reptilian eyes. His leathery wings scraped the tree branches overhead and waves of ebony hair, banded with rings of gold, cradled two spiraling horns that jutted upward. Sinewy muscles rippled under taut, black skin as he prowled toward the crumbled wall of the abbey. “Let me see her.”īeautiful and horrifying, Icarus moved toward Brother Powell with frightening grace.
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