One touch to kill, one touch to give pleasure.

“You’re not dangerous to me,” she said again. Her eyes seemed to see straight into his soul.

“No, sweet.” He’d sooner burn again than hurt her. “But I’m no angel.” Not anymore. He knew his eyes would be darkening to black.

“Neither am I,” she whispered as she twined her hands around his neck. “Neither am I.”

She kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth and giving him that perfect taste of sweet sin.

Die for her—yes.

Kill for her—yes.

Love her?

Yes.

Heaven and hell could wait. He had paradise right there in his arms.

She was a temptation he’d never be able to resist. And, oh, hell, yes, she’d been worth the fall—and the burn.

For her, he’d fall again.

Any damn time.

EPILOGUE

Az had told Nicole that she would be dead within ten days, and angels didn’t lie.

But a month had now passed and she was feeling as strong as ever.

She stared up at the St. Louis Cathedral. Her gaze drifted slowly over the thick crosses and then down to the round head of the white clock on the front of the cathedral.

Midnight.

Her gaze didn’t stray to the alley that had shown her hell and heaven. No point in going back there.

Keenan had never asked her about what happened that night when the holy-water-laced bullet had thudded into her heart. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to know.

I died.

No, angels didn’t lie. And when Az spoke of her coming death, he hadn’t been lying.

She didn’t worry about her soul being damned anymore. She’d seen what waited after this life. She’d heard the whispers of angels and felt the flutter of wings.

No, she didn’t fear death. She’d chosen to live.

And decided to come back to earth for the man she loved.

“Nicole?”

She turned at his voice and found Keenan striding from the shadows toward her. Handsome and strong.

She still saw his wings, dark shadows that stretched behind him. She loved the sight of those wings and she loved the way he trembled when she stroked them.

Loved him.

“Are you ready to leave?”

Because they were leaving New Orleans. Heading north to snow and strangers who would never recognize her. “Yes.” She wasn’t afraid anymore of what the future would hold for her.

Her future was right in front of her, and he was the best thing she’d ever seen.

She took Keenan’s hand and they walked away from the cathedral and the ghosts that haunted that old alley. She didn’t look back. She didn’t want to see the memories anymore.

She just wanted her fallen angel—good, bad, and everything in between.

Not perfect. Not pure.

Hers.

Forever. And for a vampire and a fallen angel, forever would be one very long, hot time.