Hunting Angel 2
Authors: J. L. Weil
HUNTING ANGEL
A DIVISA NOVEL
BOOK 2
A novel
By
J. L. Weil
Kindle Edition Copyright 2013
by J.L. Weil
All rights reserved.
First Edition June 2013
ISBN-13: 978-1490962795
ISBN-10: 1490962794
Edited by Elena Boteva
Cover design by J.L. Weil
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblances to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
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Novels by J.L. Weil
Saving Angel (Divisa #1)
Losing Emma (Divisa #.5)
Hunting Angel (Divisa #2)
Luminescence (Book 1)
Amethyst Tears (Book 2)
Dedicated to those who are reading this book right now. Without you, I wouldn’t have had the courage to write another book. You guys rock my flip-flops (I love ‘em).
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chase Winters was the bane of my existence.
Some people have death experiences and realize how precious life and love is.
Not me.
Just the opposite.
Oh, I appreciate life. I love feeling the wind in my hair, the taste of dark chocolate on my tongue, and I even came to love the country scent of Spring Valley, Illinois. What I didn’t have was an epiphany about my love life.
Instead of falling head over heels in love with Chase Winters, my savior, I actually loathed him more, if that was even possible. Okay, maybe loathe was a strong word. Truthfully, I didn’t know how I felt about Chase. Sometimes I saw glimpses of kindness. He could be sweet, considerate, and incredibly protective. But even so, Chase wasn’t the kind of guy who was easy to love. Sure, he looked like he was sculpted by the Gods, but the second he opened his mouth the godly illusion evaporated. Mostly all I got was a selfish ass. To make matters worse, we were linked by some Grim Reaper voodoo.
Thank you Death.
Chase has saved my life not once, not twice…shit at this point I’ve lost count. Maybe I should have shown a little more gratitude. Maybe I should have tired and get along with Chase a little better, especially considering that neither of us really understood this connection we have. Or maybe I should have stay as far away as possible.
I might have, if he suddenly hadn’t gone from being a douchebag to someone I barely recognized. The arrogant, snarky, asshole was still there, but with me he was different. And I found that even more dangerous. It was throwing me through crazy, messed up loops. That was what he was doing lately – messing me up.
I could handle the sarcasm all day long, but it was the charm that played with my head. Since
that
night everything changed. Or maybe it was just me who changed. My mom had gotten one heck of a surprise when I saw her that night after work. I hugged her like I was afraid to let go. We had spent the rest of that night on the couch together watching our favorite movie until I’d finally fallen asleep. She had sensed how much I needed to just spend a night with her, like we used to. It was the best medicine in the world – a mother’s love.
And her special chocolate milkshakes.
There really was no point in dwelling on what I couldn’t change. What was done was done. I should have been focusing on what happened now, like finding out if I was still human or some genetically altered badass. Hey, it was possible. As much as I despised to admit it, Chase was
the badass
. So it was deducible that some of his awesome baddassness could have rubbed off on me.
Oh who was I kidding? I didn’t feel like a badass. It was strange – I felt different, yet I couldn’t put my finger on what those changes were. When I looked in the mirror, my face looked exactly the same. Not one blasted freckle out of place. My hair was still as straight as a board and as black as spades. I hadn’t gained or lost any weight. I was still only five foot three, and my tongue was just as sharp as ever – maybe sharper.
What I really needed was a distraction from my own rambling thoughts, something to fully occupy my mind. If I kept going at this rate, I would drive myself straight into the loony bin. I knew just what I needed.
No, not Chase.
Tiptoeing down the hall in my striped knee-high socks and white cotton shorts, I skipped down the stairs trying not to disturb my sleeping mother. It had been a long night. Sprawling out on the zebra print sofa, (mom was totally into animal print) I flipped the TV on, finding my favorite YouTube channel. Yes, this probably raised my geekdom levels, but I couldn’t help it. I was addicted to YouTube.
I was completely immersed in the repartee between Sips and Sjin when I felt the familiar heat skirt down the back of my neck, and the tattoo now gracing my hip tingled. Every time
he
was near, the same symptoms came over me. It was both disarming and irritating.
“What are you doing?” he asked, making himself at home on the couch beside me. His long legs stretched out in front of him. Letting himself into my house whenever he felt like it, had also become a habit.
My eyes were glued to the screen. I fought the urge to look over at him, finding it more difficult than it should have been. Whenever we were in the same room, I instinctually sought him out. Our eyes would connect, the world would standstill, and then we would go on as if nothing had happened. So recently I began to challenge myself, to see how long it would take me before I caved. “What does it look like? I’m watching TV, genius. Even you should be able to figure that out.” I answered, in a droll voice never taking my eyes off the tube. Try as I might to ignore his overbearing presence, I failed. Epically and continuously.
“This is not TV,” he argued, remaining as difficult as always.
“It’s Sips and Sjin,” I added, clenching my fists. My nails dug into my palms. It was all I could do to not look at him.
I felt those silver eyes on me and shifted under his gaze. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” His voice alone could cut straight to my heart and make it beat a million times faster.
Tossing a handful of green and red skittles into my mouth, I snickered at the banter between my two favorite gamers. “They do a play through of games and post them on YouTube with snarky humor. It’s a-ma-zing,” I informed, chewing on the wad of rainbow candy.
“Attractive.” His weight sunk his side of the couch.
I grinned, finally giving in and meeting those smoky eyes that haunted my dreams, no matter how much I willed otherwise. “It’s totally turning you on,” I teased, over exaggerating my chomping. I hated that just a peek at him in his ripped jeans and a black t-shirt could leave me breathless.
Joke was on me. His silver eyes flickered gold, and he shot me a devilish grin. “You’re right.”
Shit
.
I swallowed. Well, that totally backfired. My pulse picked up, and I could feel myself pulled toward that god-worthy body. “Whatever,” I shot back weakly and returned my attention to the TV, though at this point he’d ruined it for me.
My feet were pressed against his thigh, seared by his incredible heat. He was like an inferno. “Okay. So let me get this straight. Instead of playing video games, you are now watching someone else play video games?”
I kicked him lightly in the thigh. “You got a problem with it – leave.” I put on a much braver front than I felt. Truthfully, if he did leave, I knew that the moment he was gone I would miss him. Pathetic.
“God, you are lame.”
That was it. I didn’t even think about what I was doing, I just tossed whatever was in my hand directly at Chase’s smirking mouth.
It happened to be the remote control.
I watched as his hand snatched it out of the thin air before it connected with his beautiful bad boy face. Damn his demon reflexes. “Nice try, Angel Eyes. I love it when you’re feisty.”
I scowled at him. “Mom is upstairs you know.”
He lifted that stupid brow with the hoop in it. Envy-worthy long lashes fanned around his twinkling eyes. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“God, you are warped.”
His wrist snaked out before I even saw it coming and gripped my ankle. With a quick tug he pulled me to him, and I shrieked in surprise. “You like it,” he murmured, his breath tickling my skin.
Suddenly I found myself in a very precarious position, straddled over his lap. Being this close to Chase meant trouble – of the good kind. I pushed aside the butterflies of excitement and anticipation. My body knew what was about to follow the kind of look he was giving me, and it was on high alert. “If you came over for a quick tumble you’ll be sadly disappointed,” I said, trying to sound completely bored and uninterested.
Yet the golden gleam in his eyes said no one was fooled, least of all him. His hands spanned on either side of my hips, burning right through the flimsy white cotton of my shorts. I cursed myself for not wearing more clothes and lots of layers. No, instead I strolled around the house next to naked.
“Nothing I ever do is quick Angel.”
Every time he said my name my pulse decided to race like it was on speed. I bit my lip to keep from sighing. The last thing I needed to do was stroke his already out of control ego.
“Do you need a demonstration?” he whispered, his voice dropping to dangerous octaves.
I swallowed, entranced by his eyes. He tipped his head forward grazing his lips across mine. A blaze of heat tore through my body leaving me achy and wanting more. I knew that I should pull away while I still had opportunity, because the small window was closing quickly.
As if I had a choice.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I watched as his eyes darkened and flickered. He wasn’t the only one who could use the element of surprise. I laced my fingers into his hair, loving the way his eyes changed right before me. Never losing contact, I moved in to seal our lips together, needing –
Like I weighed no more than a pound of sugar, he lifted me in the air, and dropped me down on the couch. For a split second I was stunned…then I went up in flames. Roughly pushing the hair out of my face, I glared up at him, seething. “I am going to make you regret that Chase Winters.”
He stood hovering over me with a stupid grin. “I’m looking forward to it.”
I jumped off the couch, meeting him head-to-head. Okay well in reality it was like head-to-chest. It wasn’t my fault he was so damn tall or that I was so short. Cursed genes. “I think you better leave before I give in to the urge to stab you.”
