Read Fallen Angels 06 - Immortal for Free Online

safe place for her, even though the two “men” who were at the table, both so silent and still, were supposedly angels.
    “Whose side are you really on?” she demanded.
    Jim put his palms on the table and braced his arms. As he stood up, it was clear he had an iron lock on his temper, and for a split second, she felt a flash of fear.
    But she’d already faced off with the devil herself. So she wasn’t about to be frightened by him.
    “Fine, forget about what she did to you—she murdered me!” Sissy barked. “That bitch took my life away from me. She ruined my family’s lives. Nothing will be the same and nothing will ever be right—and you’re
sleeping
with her?”
    Jim’s voice was deep and low. “Adrian, you need to leave this room now.”
    The other angel was up and out of his chair before the sentence was finished. And as he limped out, Sissy was glad for the privacy. Shit was going down, and this did not need an audience.
    When they were alone, Jim locked eyes with her. “I didn’t want you to see that.”
    “What they did to you, or the scratches she left on your chest last night?”
    “Either.”
    “Too late.”
    He closed his lids, but she wasn’t sure whether that was because he had serious regrets … or because he was trying to figure out what to say.
    “I just don’t get you.” She shook her head. “And maybe that makes me naive—”
    “This is war,” he cut in.
    “And that is just sick!” she yelled back. “You’re disgusting!”
    With an explosive lunge, he flipped the table over, sending a plate flying, scattering chairs. “Do you think I’ll stop at using anything it takes to win! Even if it’s myself!”
    Sissy took a step back, and hit the counter by the stove. Something about seeing his anger got hers under some control.
    After a long moment of standoff, she said grimly, “I don’t expect you to enjoy it, how ’bout that. Or are you going to tell me men can get it up even though they’re grossed out by someone? Didn’t think the anatomy worked like that—then again, I’m a virgin, right. So what do I know.”
    Jim was breathing hard now, his blue eyes glowing, and not in a good way. But he wasn’t going to hurt her—in spite of what he’d just done to that poor table, she knew deep down in her soul he would never, ever hurt her.
    At least not physically.
    He’d already torn her apart on the inside, however. Although she wasn’t sure exactly how he’d gotten the power to do that.
    “I hate it,” he said raggedly. “But I will use any weapon in this war, even my own body. Are we clear?”
    “So now you’re a martyr as well as a savior? I don’t know, like I said, I think men have to enjoy it, don’t they.”
    “I can’t do this with you.” He started shaking his head. “I’m not going to do this with you.”
    “As if it’s none of my business? Like the outcome of all this doesn’t affect me?”
    “No, as in you aren’t entitled to this airtime.” As she gasped, the anger flushed from his face and he stared at her with no emotion at all. “You’re the reason I lost the last round. Not Devina. It was you. I was so goddamn worried about you that I couldn’t concentrate—and the results were disastrous on too many levels. So I’m not going to do this with you. I can’t. I just … fucking can’t.”
    She recoiled. “It was … me you were distracted by?”
    “It sure as shit wasn’t Devina.”
    Jim cursed his way over to the table and righted the thing like it weighed no more than a dime. Then he picked up the plate, located the fork over by the ancient refrigerator, and took them both over to the sink.
    “I’ve got work to do,” he said on his way out.
    And that was that.
    At least on his side.
    Sissy went after him, catching him by the arm before he hit the stairs in the front hall. She had to throw her anchor out big time to get him to turn around.
    “I don’t need you to worry about me,” she gritted out.
    “Okay, I