Melanie Worthington followed behind the slender newspaper reporter who
had sponsored her trip. He’d written an article about Joshua Brandon, the
legendary art collector and agent to aging rock star painters which piqued her
interest. Joshua had been her lover, once. His dark angel wings had been
transformed and clipped off by the man in the clouds, so they could spend the
rest of their lives together and live in her human world.
Except that didn’t work out. The ache of missing him had not subsided, as
she’d told herself over and over again while she was leaving him. She suspected
he’d lost interest in her, and had been told of his infidelities.
Melanie knew he wasn’t perfect when she met him. But of course that also
was because he was a dark angel then. Just thinking about his fingers on her
burning flesh made her blood warm, her heart beat wildly and her panties to
moisten. Still today. It was just as strong as in those heady days when he
introduced her to his world of sex, flying through the night sky and all the
other interesting places and people he knew about. And she’d nearly sacrificed
herself to save him, too.
I could have spent eternity as a Guardian. Father
had told her so.
But the miracle that had been bestowed upon them both didn’t last. He’d
broken her heart. The cavern of her soul, even though he no longer had those
dark angel powers, still left her wanting what she had thrown away.
So, Naveen Broadchurch brought her to this junction. To this place, so
dangerously close to where she’d been told Joshua now lived.
“You are sure the passes will be accepted, Naveen?”