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settling briefly on the bed before focusing on her. His eyes were extraordinary, shimmering facets of liquid silver.
    “Water.”
    Kela walked into the kitchen, plucked a bottle of water out of the fridge and tossed it to him.
    Instead of drinking the water, Ansara drew his sword from the sheath hanging on his belt and poured water along the blade. A thick fog of white smoke rose from the sword and spread across the room. Ansara kept pouring until the bottle was empty and the room was filled with a white mist.
    The mist touched Kela’s face, neck and arms, thousands of tiny sparks dancing on her skin.
    “The vampires won’t bother us tonight.”
    The mist faded and her skin ceased tingling. “It’s gone.”
    “You can’t see it, but the holy particles surround us. Vampires who enter this protected space will be incinerated.”
    Kela’s heart skipped a beat. “Holy particles?”
    “My sword was forged in the Sacred Fire. Any water that touches the blade is blessed.”
    Kela shook her head. First vampires, now sacred fire and holy particles, no way! “Are you saying you’re a god?”
    “I’m a guardian, I serve the warrior angels.”
    A nervous giggle boiled up, but Kela bit it back. She wasn’t going to lose it now. “Like the vampires serve the demons?”
    “Guardians serve by choice. Vampires are victims. Fodder in the war the demons wage against the heavens.”
    Angels and demons. Guardians and vampires. Dead women all over the city. Too fucking much!
    Needing a minute, Kela raised a hand and walked into the bathroom. She splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth, refusing to think about the guardian in her kitchen. Was he for real? If he was really from the heavens how come he spoke English? Wouldn’t he talk in angel speak? Was she just imagining the whole thing?
    Her brain was too damn tired to absorb the information. Wrapping her head around the fact that Roland had creations was difficult enough, but with the arrival of Ansara a strange world was unfolding around her. Kela swallowed the wail forming in her throat. Trembling, she fought to keep it together.
    She walked out of the bathroom. The servant of the warrior angels was still there.
    A grin touched his lips. “Did you think I would disappear?”
    “Given the circumstances, it’s a possibility,” she said, swaying on unsteady legs.
    Ansara grabbed her forearms, keeping her upright. “Are you okay?”
    Fuck no! “How is it you speak my language?”
    “I’ve been to Earth before. I speak several of your Earth languages. Your armies train. Guardians also train. The warrior angels understand every language and are familiar with every place in the universe. When required or needed the knowledge is delivered to the guardians.”
    “Are there really angels?”
    He released her arms. “You don’t believe in angels?”
    “I’ve never believed in the wings, harp and halo thing, but I didn’t believe in vampires until I saw Roland’s fangs.” Kela shivered and folded her arms protectively across her chest. “I know vampires exist, but I’ve yet to see an angel and I damn well don’t want to see a demon.”
    “Warrior angels have wings, but no halos. I’ve never met one who plays the harp,” he said. “If I do my job you won’t encounter a demon.”
    “What exactly is your job?”
    He glanced around. “Do you have any spirits?”
    “Vampires are the only dead souls I know of.”
    “Wine. Ale. Bless the angels, it’s been a very long day.”
    Kela checked the fridge and the pantry. “Red wine or light beer?”
    “Wine.”
    While she poured the wine, Ansara removed his boots and plumped up the pillows on the sofa bed before making himself at home.
    Kela handed him a glass, toed off her shoes and sat beside him.
    He thanked her and sipped the wine. “My job is killing demons.”
    “I’ve been hunting Roland, but I don’t serve anyone. I’m on my own.”
    “You haven’t experienced the Scared Fire, but like me, you