Seth’s expression darkened, his eyes meeting the vicious gaze across the table.
He had many names, that one, but what he truly was, what Seth knew him to be, was a Beast. When Father came to him with an assignment to save a pure soul from damnation, he’d taken it without question. He’d heard that the Beast had led to the downfall of yet another Angel but that this time, he was planning on claiming her as his—he didn’t know the specifics but he didn’t need to. He saw the way the Beast looked at her, a wolf baiting the bunny. He would do anything to get her alone, to sink his teeth into her.
Though it was alarming, there was some respite.
Father had been smart when building the contract. There were restrictions, regulations, rules.
The Beast was not good at followin
