Her Avenging Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 7) by Felicity Heaton

shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to rid herself of the image of the angels.
    They raised their blades.
    Blades meant to strike her down.
    Asmodeus’s power pushed at hers, buffeting her and making her wobble on her bare feet. Hers rose to meet it, instinct driving her to protect herself from the angel who meant her harm.
    No, not only her.
    She desired to protect the warrior shielding her too.
    He stood between her and the angel, bearing the brunt of his malice, weakening its effect on her. He shook beneath her hand, straining to remain standing under the full force of his master’s power. Such pride. Such strength. In a battle of wills, she had no doubt he would win, but this was not a battle of wills.
    He was losing, slowly and surely, his body faltering despite his efforts to remain strong and his deep desire to withstand this assault and shield her.
    Lysia shoved the fingers of her free hand into her long black hair, clutching her head, and something snapped inside her.
    “Leave him alone!” Her entire body jerked as her power blasted from her of its own will, too much for her to contain in her weakened state.
    The shockwave tore through the room, sending not only the furniture but the occupants flying. It hit the centre of her focus with the most force, tossing Asmodeus hard across the room and into the wall. His impact created a crater, splintering the coloured wall and knocking several of the paintings down.
    Only Nevar remained unaffected, held within the circle of her power, safe from harm.
    Just as she had wanted him to be.
    She breathed harder, struggling to regain control.
    Nevar turned to face her, causing her hand on his back to slip to his waist and settle on his warm bare skin. He gently clasped her upper arms and rubbed his thumbs across her flesh, eliciting warm shivers that danced across her skin.
    “Look at me,” he whispered and she lifted her head, releasing it as she brought her eyes up to meet his. “You’re making my chivalry thing a little difficult when you keep showing me up by flashing killer moves… but… I appreciate the back up, even if it is a little emasculating.”
    She wasn’t sure what to say to that. Was he angry with her because she had used her power to protect him or was he teasing her?
    “Are you good now?” His violet eyes followed his fingers as he lifted his right hand and brushed her black hair behind her ear.
    “I do not think I was ever good.” A smile trembled on her lips and he smirked.
    “That makes two of us, but you know what I meant.”
    She did, and she didn’t think he had never been good, because there was still good within him, a light that he couldn’t see through all the darkness. She wanted to guide him back to that light.
    “I am in control,” she said, and realised that she was. She had regained control the moment he had touched her and she had seen that he was unharmed.
    He nodded in approval and stroked his fingers down the curve of her jaw, his gaze still following them, distant yet focused.
    “We need to find a way to help you remember,” he murmured and she was no longer sure she wanted to remember what had happened to her or anything else she might have forgotten.
    She had more power than she had realised, a terrible force locked within her that she had little control over, and she feared if she discovered the true depth of it, that it would overwhelm her.
    Nevar’s fingers slipped from her face and she grew aware of the gazes fixed on her and the wariness of their owners.
    Even the King of Demons was looking at her differently, with more respect in his golden eyes. The touch of malice remained though, directed at her. He thought her dangerous and a threat to those he loved.
    She would prove him wrong about that.
    Lysia stepped out from Nevar’s shadow and faced Asmodeus. “I swear to you, King of Demons, that I shall not harm anyone on the isle, but in return you must swear you will not harm Nevar.”
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