Title: A Matter of Time (Angel Sight #3)
Publication date: eBook / Paperback August 18, 2015
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Lisa M. Basso
Rayna entered Hell to save Kade. Kade entered to protect Rayna. Both have failed.
Centuries of Kade’s demons are unearthed when he is brainwashed and used as a Fallen pawn.
In the freezing pits of Hell, Ray is beaten and tortured, pushed to her breaking point. She takes a stand, firing back at her attackers though she’s only begun to understand the true strength of her wings. A strength she will need once she uncovers the evils that await on Earth.
Together they find solace, alone they will fight.
The newcomer took one more step into the room. The flickering sconces along the walls didn’t throw out enough of their orange light for me to distinguish anything but the whites of his eyes and bared teeth. He was grinning. “It’s good to see you again, Rayna.”
My poorly gathered tough-detainee demeanor slid off me like the last drops of blood from my healed arm. That voice. Deep, dark, shadowed. It couldn’t be.
Lucien dragged his heavy chair into the center of the room. With its high back and luxurious red velvet cushion, it really was more of a throne. He didn’t take his seat like royalty though; he dropped into it from the side, kicking his legs over one arm. “She’s all yours,” he said. All he needed now was popcorn.
Heavy steps plodded into the room, thunks followed by the eerie rattle of a chain. I kept my eyes low, a risky move since I’d learned down here that it showed weakness. But better weakness than the fear.
“You aren’t glad to see me?”
More footsteps. Growing louder. Until only stained brown boots stood in my eye line. The leather he wore creaked as he leaned in close. Closer. Too close. I shut my eyes.
“Shocking,” he whispered in my ear, his breath blowing my hair back. The last time that voice had whispered in my ear we were on top of the Golden Gate Bridge.
He chuckled, and the chain dragging beside him clattered. In one swing his weapon crushed my shoulder. My bones shattered. The spikes on the ball and chain shredded my skin and bore into the muscle. White-hot pain exploded across my body. My breath wheezed out. He wrenched the cursed weapon from me, and then creaked and rattled away. The chain clanked against metal, probably him throwing it over the weapon rack.
I swore the shaky breath I took next would be my last sign of weakness. At least until this session was over.
“I don’t know why I’m surprised,” I said, opening my eyes. “Of course you’d still be down here. Where else would a Fallen failure with no wings go?”
The wingless Fallen’s back was to me. Lucien, in his throne, quirked a brow and swiveled his head around toward our visitor. The unmistakable sound of the broadsword leaving the rack rang out. My will sank. The Fallen came at me. With his hand on my uninjured shoulder for leverage, I looked into Azriel’s eyes as he ran the sword through my already crumpled shoulder.
ABOUT LISA M. BASSO:
Lisa M. Basso was born and raised in San Francisco, California. She is a lover of books, video games, animals, and baking (not baking with animals though). As a child she would crawl into worlds of her own creation and get lost for hours. Her love for YA fiction started with a simple school reading assignment: S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders. When not reading or writing she can usually be found at home with The Best Boyfriend that Ever Lived ™ and her two darling (and sometimes evil) cats, Kitties A and B.
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