Kirk stared at the nymph who had deceived him.
Oleandra stood at the front door of the theater, her brown raincoat rippling in a wind she seemed to create on her own. She wore blood-red high heels, and her hair was pulled back into a bun.
He hated her just as much as he did when he met her the first time.
The only thing standing between them was Axel…Kirk had never seen a nephilim before, and the thing was terrifying, but not the scariest thing he’d ever seen.
He wanted to charge her, but he was losing too much blood. He had to get to a hospital. Aidan held him tight.
“This is what happens when I wind you all up and let you go,” the nymph said.
Axel gestured to his secretary. The woman stepped forward.
“Oleandra, is it true that you framed Axel?” she asked.
Oleandra burst into laug
