The exciting conclusion to the Divine Fornication series:
The end is near as Claire finds herself caught between vampires, werewolves and angels, all of them prepared to battle for the one thing they value most--Claire's eternal soul.
Will Claire's own angel return in her last, most desperate moments? Or, will she be cursed to eternal damnation, lost forever more?
Warning: Please be advised that this story of 8,300 words contains graphic sexual scenes that are described in an explicit manner. It is intended uniquely for those persons of 18 years of age and older.
Suddenly, the ground fell away from Claire's feet as the angel bore her skyward, his great wings beating strongly, with the confidence of the ages.
Up they rose, winding their way through clouds that grew thicker, until they were surrounded in a sea of whirling, churning whites and grays.
"Let go of me!" she shouted as they settled down upon the misty surface of a cloud.
Claire looked down and could see the Messenger's feet resting upon the cloud, while her own dangled, touching nothing.
"But, if I did that, Claire, you would fall and I will risk no further harm to you."
His voice was low, serious, while the arms that encircled her held her firmly.
"'No further harm'? What a joke...you abandoned me," she shouted to the creature at her back.
"Like you said, I should be able to say what I want and right now, all I want is to slap your face, you bastard. You're no guardian angel."
Through the anger that burned in her, she felt him lean down to her, his mouth at her ear and his lips close enough to brush her skin as he said, "No, I am not...nor was I ever, Claire. Guardian angels are a quaint human fiction and if ever there were some truth behind it, it was lost ago along with all knowledge of our creator."
He sighed and continued, "I, too, know what it is to be abandoned. To be so lost as to no longer remember who I am or, even, what I am. To be so entirely unanchored that I drift, purposeless, until something comes for a time to fill me with an intent not of my own making."
Claire shook with the words she heard him speak. Not her guardian angel?
"I don't understand," Claire stammered, "You saved me in that car accident. You did...."
"Oh Claire, I am sorry," the angel replied, "I did not save you from that accident. Rather, I was the cause of it. I am the reason your parents died that day and why you have spent most of your life blind....
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