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Authors: Claire Ashgrove

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Immortal Surrender

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For my mother, who never stopped believing.

All my love.

 

Acknowledgments

To my wonderful agent, Jewelann Cone, and my equally wonderful editor, Whitney Ross, for your constant support and enthusiasm, most particularly when the writing becomes “work” and the details become painstaking. Cassandra Ammerman, you make the other aspects of authorial life all fun! Thanks for your dedication.

To my mother and my boys, your patience is amazing, even when the days run together and seem never-ending. Without you, there would be no
Curse of the Templars.
Your faith, belief, and support keep me focused and directed.

To Jason, my rock when the world around me turns into a landslide. Your support is amazing. Your patience even more so. Thank you for being a bright light and a beacon of hope.

As always, to my invaluable critique partner, Dyann Love Barr, there simply aren’t words to convey how much I appreciate and treasure both your knowledge and your friendship. And, Dennis, thank you for always keeping the coffee warm.

Jackie Bannon, it’s been a long road, one I’m proud to walk beside you on. Thank you for countless hours on the phone, for wisdom, and for the ability to cut through the muck and get to the point of the matter.

Diana Coyle, Alicia Dean, Cathy Morrison, Goldie Edwards, Sunny Cole, Elisabeth Burke, Judy Ridgely, and Linda Kage, your insight as beta readers and trusted coworkers makes my visions come to life. Alfie Thompson, you are a mentor above all others, and you gave me the courage to pursue this project from the get-go. You kept the faith when times got rough. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

To the members of Heartland Romance Authors, Midwest Romance Writers, and Mid-America Romance Authors, you teach, you guide, you laugh with and dry tears with. Thanks for being family away from home.

To my readers, you’re the reason I do this, and I thank you for not just your constant support, but for everything you bring to my in-box, my blog, and my day-to-day work. I greatly appreciate your dedication.

 

Contents

Title Page

Copyright Notice

Dedication

Acknowledgments

The Curse

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Tor Books by Claire Ashgrove

Copyright

 

The Curse

In 1119, nine knights rode with Hugues de Payens to the Holy Land, becoming the Knights Templar. All were bound by marriage or by blood. Eight were recorded over time. The ninth vanished into history.

Beneath the legendary Temple Mount, the knights uncovered holy relics, including the Copper Scroll—a document written by Azazel’s unholy hand. For their forbidden digging, the archangels exacted a sacrifice. The knights would spend eternity battling the demons of Azazel’s creation, but with each vile death they claimed, a portion of darkness would enter their soul. In time, they would transform into knights of Azazel, warriors veined with evil, destined to fight against the Almighty.

Yet an ancient prophecy remained to give them hope. When darkness raped the land, the seraphs would return. Female descendants of the Nephilim would carry the light to heal their dying souls.

Centuries have passed. Azazel’s might grows to intolerable limits. With the acquisition of eight holy relics, he will gain the power to overthrow the Almighty.

Six Templars stand above the rest in duty, honor, and loyalty. But each is haunted by a tragic past, and their darkened souls rapidly near the end. As they battle both the overwhelming power of evil and the nightmares of lives they left behind, the seraphs are more than tools to victory.

They are salvation.

 

Prologue

Whence comes the teacher, she who is blind will follow.
The one who digs in dust precedes the finding of the jewel.
And she who understands the sword precludes the greatest loyalty.
When darkness rapes the land, the seraphs shall purify the Templar and lead the sacred swords to victory.
—ANCIENT PROPHECY OF THE
K
NIGHTS
T
EMPLAR

You must save your seraph. Azazel knows of her existence. I cannot come.

Gabriel’s adamant warning pounded through Iain’s head as he jogged down the darkened alley the archangel bade him to follow. At the end of the street, Bianca Moreau’s weatherworn apartment building sat in the shadow of a hulking modern high-rise. Forgotten and neglected. Like the woman within.

Iain knew she had suffered much in her young life, but he knew not what he would find. Whether she would be lovely or plain, refined or crude. However, his heart took wings at the prospect of binding himself to the seraph who would heal the darkness in his soul. He would take her from this cold, unfeeling city of Paris and care for her. Devote himself to her. And like the American Templar commander, Merrick, Iain would know coveted peace.

A greater gift, the Almighty could not grant.

He set his hand on the doorknob, and a slight smile tugged at his mouth. Convincing her to accept her role might prove a more difficult chore than battling Azazel’s minions, but ’twould be worth the effort.

Hurry. We haven’t much time.

Gabriel’s words rose to his memory, and Iain dismissed the quandary of how to explain all to his immortal mate. He turned the knob, finding it unlocked as Gabriel foretold. As he eased open the door and stepped into a musty hall, a rat scurried across his boot. He kicked the vermin aside, briefly reminded of a different season, a different century, when he had walked the streets of France and witnessed the horrific destruction by the plague. How he despised the city. A seraph should not be bound to these degrading conditions.

He took the dingy staircase to the fourth floor, aware of the strange quiet that clung to the hall. No muted televisions echoed beyond closed doors. The insects stayed within the walls. Even the air stilled. He breathed deeply, searching for the putrid scent of rot that would identify one of Azazel’s foul creations.

Only dust, the aroma of human bodies, and stale sex filtered to his nose. Dimly, a soft feminine moan rose to his ears. A sound of pleasure, he realized with a wry smile.

Hurry.

He strode down the short hall to number eight and reached for the lion-head knocker. As his fingers grazed the tarnished brass, the door moved beneath his light touch. It swung open a good six inches. Unlocked. Her door should not be unlocked. Not here. Not in this indecent building.

The hair at the nape of his neck lifted. He dropped his hand to the hilt of his sword. His fingers closed around air, and he silently cursed. He had left the weapon in the SUV, afraid ’twould frighten her and make his task more difficult. Saints’ blood, he had been foolish!

He set his hand on the painted wood and pushed the door open. Darkness flooded her front room. Her kitchenette. The hall. The oppressive silence clung more thickly here, and Iain’s pulse tripped.

Faint light at the end of a short hall caught his eye. He breathed easier as a rustling drifted to his awareness. The sound of a mattress creaking. Covers unfolding as she put herself to bed.

Yet the nagging suspicion something was amiss prevented him from calling out and making his presence known. Quietly, he approached the light.

“Please…” she begged softly. “Please.”

His throat tightening, Iain stepped into the doorway. The sight before him stilled his heart. Nude, two figures lay atop her bed, oblivious to his presence. Her long blond hair spilled across the pillow. Her lips sought the masculine mouth that hovered over hers. She arched her back, a mewl bubbling in her throat, as the man eased his hand between her parted legs.

’Twas not, however, the sight of her sexual pleasure that constricted his chest. ’Twas the man. For as Iain’s gaze traversed his broad spine, he glimpsed what only centuries of living amongst angels could reveal. From powerful shoulder blades two cloaked wings spanned toward the ceiling. And there could only be one angel who would indulge in carnal delight.

Azazel.

“You will serve me,” he cooed against her engorged nipple. “Please me. Do my bidding.”

She answered with a moan.

Rage, unlike any Iain had ever experienced, surged through his body. It overpowered the fear that came with Azazel’s unholy presence and possessed him like a mad man. He threw himself at Azazel, knowing ’twas futile, hoping he could pull her from her trance enough to bid her to run.

“Bianca!”

With a malicious snarl, Azazel reared off her body. With one effortless swing of his arm, he flung Iain across the room, sending him crashing into the wall. Something inside his chest cracked. Pain erupted, white hot and engulfing.

With the distraction, Azazel’s magic collapsed. But in the half second where he clung to his human form before his fathomless black wings could emerge, Bianca regained her senses. She lifted her legs and kicked Azazel in the chest. It sent him staggering.

“You have doomed her,” Azazel hissed.

Iain struggled to rise. Agony dropped him to his knees, scarcely able to breathe. Helpless to aid his seraph, the only woman in this world who could save his soul and aid the Templar purpose, he watched as Bianca scrambled across her bed in a vain race for the door.

Azazel snatched at her shoulder. Claws dug into flawless flesh, whipping her around to face him. Before she could do so much as whimper, he thrust his hand into her chest. She screamed. Her body convulsed in his deadly embrace. Azazel released the hand that supported her back, and she fell to the floor. Her heart remained in his vile hand. Blood poured down the length of his arm.

A smirk drifted to Azazel’s lips as he carelessly tossed her heart atop her broken body. “A pity. She was most entertaining. I could have enjoyed her company a good while before that became necessary.”

Unable to form words through his blinding pain, Iain spit at Azazel’s feet, daring the Lord of Darkness to take him next. To put an end not only to his physical suffering, but also to the eternal damnation of his soul.

Yet Azazel would not grant him such respite. He chuckled at Iain. “You will serve me soon enough. I await the power of your sword.”

A fetid breeze stirred, and Azazel vanished.

Iain’s gaze fell to Bianca’s bloodied form. He closed his eyes to the hot rush of tears. Fighting against the searing heat that taunted him with the bliss of unconsciousness, he dragged himself across the carpeted floor to her lifeless side. With a shaking hand, he pushed her thick hair away from her face. Long lashes graced high cheekbones. She had been beautiful.

His heart broke as he touched her still-warm cheek. He had failed his seraph. Failed his brethren. There would be no salvation for his tainted soul. Not now. Not ever. He would suffer until the darkness overcame him. When it did, he would know escape. But he would raise his sword against his brethren and join Azazel’s ranks to conquer the Almighty.

Condemned.

Eternally.

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