Back Angel Fire
Chapters (39)
  1. Praise for Angel
  2. Author biography
  3. Title page
  4. Dedication and copyright
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-one
  27. Chapter Twenty-two
  28. Chapter Twenty-three
  29. Chapter Twenty-four
  30. Chapter Twenty-five
  31. Chapter Twenty-six
  32. Chapter Twenty-seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-nine
  35. Angel Fever
  36. Acknowledgements
  37. Angel
  38. www.angelfever.com
  39. www.fiction.usborne.com

“No.” Seb looked down, turned the cookie over in his hands and then rested it on the table uneaten. “When the attack happens, I’ll be wherever you are – doing whatever I can to protect you.” He gave a small smile. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

On the one hand, I was touched – enormously. On the other, I felt a little irritated that he seemed so convinced I couldn’t take care of myself. “Seb—”

“Querida, no, that’s not it,” said Seb before I could say anything else. “You know I don’t think that; you can take care of yourself very well. But if there’s an attack and the team fails, the angels will find out everything. I won’t leave you on your own in that kind of danger.” He shrugged again; his eyes held a gleam of humour suddenly. “You can try to make me if you like. You won’t have much luck, I don’t think.”

My chest tightened – what I felt was far too deep to put into words. Thankfully, with Seb I didn’t have to try. I let out a long breath.

“You’re still calling me querida,” I pointed out finally. “Brothers don’t do this.”

“Sorry. I’m very forgetful sometimes.” He picked up the cookie and took a bite; stretching back against the sofa, he rested one long leg out in front of him.

I smiled; if there’s an opposite of sorry, that’s how he looked. “Seb...you know I appreciate everything you’ve just said. God – so much. But when we attack the Twelve, I have to be there with Alex. I have to be. I’ve got to learn this.”

Seb’s eyebrows drew together in thought as he finished eating; I could sense him putting aside his own feelings. “You will – I’m just not sure how else I can explain it to you,” he said. Brushing his hands off, he sat up and held them out to me. “Here, see again what it’s like for me.”

I wasn’t sure what good it would do – we’d tried this so many times. I moved beside him on the sofa anyway; putting my hands in his, I closed my eyes. The half-angel energy felt completely familiar now, wrapping around me like a comforting blanket. And the sensation as Seb changed his aura was like second nature to me too by then...but this time, as I drifted into the lights of my own aura, I realized I could feel something different.