Az’s hand stroked over the curve of Jade’s back. She sat on the edge of the small bed, and, at his question, she glanced over her shoulder at him. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips red and plump from his mouth. She was so beautiful to him. Even now, he ached for her, but . . . But she set me up. With an effort, Az kept his voice calm as he asked, “Was there a reason you didn’t tell me the truth about Brandt?” Did you want him to kill me? She blinked those fuck-me eyes of hers. “I . . . told you. He’s a psychotic shifter. Super strong, super crazy, and—” “And he’s got a whole lot of angel blood flowing through him.” Now the rage did break past the ice in his words. “Didn’t you think it was important that I knew that little fact? The death touch won’t work on someone like me.” One of the little safety clauses that the big boss had put in place. Angels weren’t supposed to kill each other. But Jade was shaking her head. “He’s no angel. You saw his claws—hell, I’ve seen him shift!
