The Darkest Angel Page 21

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  Could they actually make their relationship work? Just a little bit ago, she’d been grateful—or pretending to be grateful—that they were apart, since so many obstacles existed.

  “I only hope you can love so foolish a man. I am willing to live wherever you desire. I am willing to do anything you need to win you back. ” He dropped to his knees. “I love you, Bianka Skyhawk. I would be proud to be yours. ”

  He was proud of her. He wanted her. He loved her. It was everything she’d secretly dreamed about this past week. Yes, they could make this work. They would be together, and that was the most important thing. But she told him none of that.

  “Now?” she screeched instead. “You decided to introduce me to your friends now? When I look like this?” Scowling, she peeked over his shoulder at them and saw their stunned expressions. “I usually look better than this, you know. You should have seen me the other day. When I was naked. ”

  Lysander stood. “That’s all you have to say to me?”

  She focused back on him. His eyes were as wide as hers had been, his arms crossed over his middle. “No. There’s more,” she grumbled. “But I will never live this yellow gown thing down, you know. ”

  “Bianka. ”

  “Yes, I love you, too. But if you ever decide I’m unworthy again, I’ll show you just how demonic I can be. ”

  “Deal. But you don’t have to worry, love,” he said, a slow smile lifting those delectable lips. “It is I who am unworthy. I only pray you never learn of this. ”

  “Oh, I know it already,” she said, and his grin spread. “Now c’mere, you. ” She cupped the back of his neck and jerked him down for a kiss.

  His arms banded around her, holding her close. She’d never thought to be paired with an angel, but she couldn’t regret it now. Not when Lysander was the angel in question.

  “Are you sure you’re ready for me?” she asked him when they came up for air.

  He nipped at her chin. “I’ve been ready for you my entire life. I just didn’t know it until now. ”

  “Good. ” With a whoop, she jumped up and wound her legs around his waist. A wave of gasps circled the room. They were still here? “Ditch your friends, I’ll blow off my sister’s reception and we’ll go oil-wrestle. ”

  “Funny,” he said, wings enveloping her as he flew her up, up and into his cloud. “That’s exactly what I was thinking. ”