Her Demonic Angel (Her Angel Romance Series Book 5) by Felicity Heaton Page A

don’t need to eat anything, so you’re safe, okay?” Could he sound any more offended? He had practically growled the words at her.
    “What about when you’re not down here?” She moved to walk beside him so she could see whether he really was angry with her. He had expressive eyes that hid nothing, as though he didn’t feel the need to guard his emotions from anyone. If he was angry, the world knew it. If he was happy, they knew that too. She was beginning to think that happy was a rare emotion for Veiron.
    “Food... just like you.”
    “Why don’t you eat anything down here?” She had expected him to tell her that he never ate, not that he ate part time. She rubbed her stomach as it rumbled, thoughts of food filling her mind. How long had it been since she had eaten? The landscape of Hell all looked the same to her and there was no night or day, so she had lost track of time again. Only her aching feet told her how far she had walked. Too far. She needed to rest before she collapsed from pain or hunger but now wasn’t the best place for stopping so she didn’t mention it. Talking kept her mind off it though, and since Veiron seemed to be in the mood to answer basic questions, she would do her best to learn a little more about her guardian. “Do you pig out when you’re up there?”
    “No. It’s the same for all... never mind. Forget it.”
    “For all what?” Like hell she was going to not mind it and forget it. The hard set of his jaw said he wasn’t going to answer. Erin reached out to him and his gaze followed her hand. She laid it on his forearm. “Veiron?”
    He closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. At least he didn’t tell her to get her hands off him this time. Score one for her. If he anticipated her touch, he didn’t shove her away.
    “Angels.”
    Erin stopped dead again, her fingers tightening around Veiron’s arm. He halted and shifted to face her.
    “You’re an angel?” she said and frowned. “But you said you were local...”
    He nodded.
    “Local and an angel?” Was that even possible? There was so much suffering down here. If he were an angel, why would he tolerate it? Wouldn’t he want to do something to end it?
    “Of sorts,” he said, turned on his heel, and kept walking.
    Erin stared at his back. An angel without wings. Her gaze looked beyond the black leather scabbard that held his sword against his back and settled on the two long vertical scars highlighted by the matching red and black tribal tattoos on his shoulder blades.
    “Has someone cut off your wings?” She hobbled to catch up with him.
    He shot her a look that plainly told her to shut up and drop the subject. Like hell. She had gone from wanting to know why her sister knew a demon to why her sister knew an angel, and she wanted answers.
    “Oh my God... you’re fallen!”
    He turned on her with a snarl.
    Something told Erin that it wasn’t the G-word that had upset him, not as it had the Devil. Veiron had used the G-word himself without any obvious anger. The rage that burned in his eyes was because she had struck the nail firmly on the head and driven it hard into some place it hurt.
    “Sorry,” she whispered but he wasn’t listening. He was already striding away from her, leaving her exposed to any watching eyes in the huts around them.
    Questions burned on the tip of her tongue but the black look on Veiron’s face warned that putting voice to them might make them the last thing she ever said so she quietly walked beside him.
    They left the bleak village behind and entered a wide open area where the black cragged land belched flames and fiery orange cracks spewed lava. Erin couldn’t imagine how horrible it would be to live down here if she had lived in Heaven. She had no doubt that the other realm existed. She was walking through Hell with a fallen angel as her guardian. Why had Veiron fallen?
    She glanced up at his face. Pain edged his dark eyes as he stared ahead into the endless black. Voicing that