Chapter 14
Terrill awoke with his head on the lap of angel, looking up into her glowing face. Angel. An angel. He hadn’t thought of angels for centuries, certain of his damnation. She was looking out the car window, worried.
He groaned, and her gaze transferred the full power of her caring down upon him, and he squirmed in response. He didn’t deserve her concern; she would spit on him if she knew what he’d done to her sister. It was too much.
He groaned again, not from the pain, but from the memory of Jamie. Kind, hopeful Jamie, whom he’d killed in a moment of hunger, without restraint. He didn’t deserve this girl’s pity.
“Let me up,” he said.
He managed to prop himself upright, but the lights shining through the car windows made him dizzy. He was in the backseat of a taxi.
“Where ar
