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

him and the boss to pass and approach the female.
    What was she?
    He cocked his head and his eyes darted over her before settling on her face. She was even more beautiful in sleep, her face soft and peaceful.
    “She’s been sleeping there since the other night and she’s ruining my business. I can’t let mortals in when there’s a demon asleep on the bar.” The bite in the boss’s tone caused several demons nearby to edge further away and exchange nervous glances. “Do something.”
    The blonde had a reputation as a hard-ass bitch with a temper, but he was damned if she was going to order him around. He had enough bosses in his life already.
    “Tell her to leave then.” He cast her a glance as he folded his arms across his chest and shrugged. “It’s not my problem.”
    She flashed twin rows of deadly sharp teeth on a hiss. “I tried that… and the bitch attacked me and started ranting. None of us could understand her.”
    Nevar struggled to hold back the grin that tried to curve his lips as he thought about the boss getting a taste of her own medicine, served to her by such a delicate looking female. It was probably long past due and was definitely time someone had the balls to stand up to the demon owner of Cloud Nine.
    He looked back at the woman sleeping on the bar and drew closer to her, feeling light and hazy as he approached her, as if he wasn’t quite with the world.
    She had refused to leave the club. Why?
    He had his answer when her eyelids fluttered and slowly opened, revealing sleep-filled hazel eyes that brightened as they settled on him.
    She sat up, her black wings falling away from her body to drape across the bar top.
    “I waited for you.”
    He felt strange on hearing those words leaving her soft lips, as if they had cast a spell on him all over again and pulled him deep under it, leaving him suffused with warmth and peace.
    “Can you understand the bitch like the bartenders said you could?” the boss said from beside his elbow and he nodded.
    “I can. I don’t speak her language but I know what she’s saying, and she understands English.”
    The blonde snarled, “Tell her to leave then or things will get ugly.”
    Nevar had no doubt that things would only get ugly for the boss. The little female on the bar could probably lay the whole club to waste without breaking a sweat. What was she?
    “I shall ask her nicely for you.” Nevar smirked at the boss and then turned his attention back to the female. “You have to leave.”
    Her face lit up, she hopped down from the bar, landing close to him, her bare body almost brushing his, and smiled. “I will leave with you.”
    Not quite what he had said and far from what he had intended, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her. He stared down into her eyes, picking out all the flecks of gold amongst green, lost in her all over again.
    She stretched, raising her arms high above her head and flashing the entire room. Several of the male demons suddenly looked less nervous and more as if they might risk their balls by pouncing on her.
    Nevar growled at them all and used his powers to produce jeans and a top.
    He shoved them at her. “Dress.”
    She took them and stared down at them, and he began to wonder if she had any concept of clothing and dressing herself.
    He snarled at her. “Put them on or I swear I will break your wings off and dress you myself.”
    She shrank back against the bar and curled her wings behind her, shielding them with her body as she eyed him with a flicker of fear colouring her face and her feelings.
    Nevar sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed slowly. Utter bastard. Maybe he was better off in Hell, stuck in a room on guard duty, away from the world. He wasn’t fit to be near other people, and definitely not her.
    He drew in another slow breath, exhaled it and lowered his hand to his side.
    “You cannot walk around naked,” he said, trying a gentler approach, one worthy of such a beautiful female.