Angel's Redemption

by Rosalie Lario

  Angel’s Redemption

  The Fallen Warriors Series

  Rosalie Lario

  In a world where angels rule over humans, twelve outcasts dare to defy expectation, warring with their angel brethren to prevent the extinction of mankind.

  They are The Fallen.

  Book 6

  War has broken out between the angels and mankind, and former mates Seth and Lily are caught right in the middle. As two of the Fallen Warriors—angelic defenders of mankind—they must work together to defeat their enemy. But shadows of the past have their way of creeping in, and Seth and Lily’s past is far too complicated.

  Seth knows his betrayal stung Lily deeply. He may have lost her forever when he fell for a human, but that doesn’t mean he can stop himself from loving her, or fighting to win her back. If their world is going to end, he wants to be with her when it happens.

  Lily wants nothing more than to move on from Seth, the angel who recklessly broke her heart. Adam, a striking nephilim, presents that very opportunity, but there’s just one problem: Seth. He’s determined to win her back, and if there’s one thing time has shown her, it’s that the tempting angel who was once her mate is all but irresistible. As the Fallen Warriors battle to save mankind, Lily must make a choice: the nephilim who desires her, or the angel who once deceived her.

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  Angel’s Redemption

  Copyright © May 2015 by Rosalie Lario

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Cover Art provided by Brittany Smith, Amaranth Dreams.

  Editorial Services provided by Kristie Stramaski, Freelance Editor.

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  Prologue

  More Than Twelve Years Ago.

  Just Before the Fall of the Veil…

  The light of the full moon filtered through the clouds in the sky, illuminating the roaring waters of Niagara Falls as Seth soared overhead. By morning this area would be teeming with human activity, but right now, everything was blissfully quiet.

  He loved this place. Its natural beauty had spoken to him since the first time he and his mate, Lily, had slipped through the veil separating their world from this one. Fascinated by the vibrant beauty of Earth, so colorful in comparison to their ice-laden world, he and Lily had procured a cottage near the Falls and begun to visit often. Given that their kind had the ability to absorb their wings into their bodies, the two of them had taken joy in masquerading as humans.

  After a century together, they’d had some of their best times here. It had been pure bliss. Until the unthinkable had happened…

  He shouldn’t have come back here alone. He knew that now. This was their place: his and Lily’s. But when she’d had business to attend to on their world, he’d seen no harm in slipping off here alone.

  Now he knew he’d been wrong. But it was too late. The damage had already been done.

  Seth still loved it here, but those emotions, like every other one he had, had become twisted and confused. Nothing was as easy as he’d once thought it was.

  It was this knowledge that had propelled him into the night air, which now drove him relentlessly. What was he going to do?

  There was no easy solution for him. No way to make this right.

  He was doomed.

  Down below, a lone figure sat on the bluff overlooking the Falls. Even in the darkness, he saw who it was.

  Lily.

  His heart thumped against his ribcage. He hadn’t known she was here. When he’d left her earlier in the day, she’d been back on their world. Her job as educator to the few angel children who existed often kept her quite busy. This time he’d slipped away to Earth without telling her, as he had the past several times he’d come here.

  A jumble of thoughts paraded through his head as he did a full circle and descended directly behind her. As always, the sight of her caused a spark of arousal in his chest. It seemed he’d always loved Lily, always desired her. That had never changed, and it only made things more confusing.

  Why was she here?

  The moment he touched down, he was hit with the full force of her emotions. She was grieving, in pain, and it frightened him. He could only hazard a guess as to what was wrong, and it certainly didn’t bode well for him.

  Since all angels had the ability to sense emotions, they learned at an early age to keep a tight rein on them. Only the most intense emotions filtered through. Which meant, if he was feeling this sorrow now, Lily was truly suffering.

  By the way her back stiffened, he knew she sensed his presence. He rolled his shoulders, absorbing his wings into his body, and approached. “Lily?”

  She turned to face him, and the pure agony emanating from her nearly made him buckle with weakness.

  “I know,” she whispered, the words drifting through the space between them. Though it was only a few feet, it might as well have been an entire chasm. He sensed that now.

  Seth tensed, struggling to contain his emotions deep within him. To find the right words to say. “Lily—”

  “I came onto this world earlier to look for you.” Her lips twisted and her hands clenched into fists. “I had a feeling you were here. I knew something was off.”

  “Lily,” he whispered, her bleak tone all but crushing him.

  “Then she found me.”

  He fought to keep his breath steady, to remain standing, when it felt as if the veritable earth were being ripped from under his feet. “She did?”

  “Not her. Not…Isabelle.” The last word was wrenched from her as if it were a curse, which he supposed it was, at least on their relationship. “It was her sister.”

  “Her sister?” he repeated dumbly. He hadn’t even known Isabelle had one.

  “She was looking for you.” Lily’s gaze focused on his left shoulder. “She wanted to tell you… Isabelle was in a car accident just after she left you. She’s dead.”

  Her words, so blunt and unexpected, made his heart wrench in desolate sorrow. A harsh groan escaped his lips. It was a reaction he couldn’t fight, couldn’t mask, and Lily felt every bit of it.

  She gasped, her eyes shooting back to his face and her shoulders scrunching. Clutching her hand to her chest, she whispered, “So it’s true. It was real. You really did…”

  A maelstrom of emotions pumped through his veins. He wanted to rail in anger, to crush Lily into his arms. To hold her tight and drink in her comfort as he grieved, but clearly that wasn’t going to happen.

  Like so many times in the past few months, he found he didn’t know what to do.

  “Lily,” he choked out, anguish deepening his voice. “I love you. You know that.”

  “No.” She stumbled back a few paces, shaking her head in agony, in disbelief. “I know nothing. Not anymore.”

  With that, she grew her wings and soared off into the night sky, leaving him truly and utterly alone.

  Instinct p
ropelled him to spread his wings wide in preparation to chase after her, but then reality struck.

  She would never let him catch her, and even if he did, she would never understand.

  Because of his folly, he’d lost the woman he loved.

  Both of them.

  Chapter One

  Present Day…

  Pain. Agony. Sorrow.

  The whirlwind of emotions wound their way through Seth’s body, coalescing into a ball of twisted fear deep in the pit of his stomach. He’d lost track of how many days it’d been. How many days had passed since he and several of his brethren had been captured and tortured by the Tribunal, the council that ruled over angelkind? How long had it been since they’d been rescued, only to lose Mara and Ben to the fiery flames of the angelic torches, the only thing that could kill them?

  His wounds had mostly healed, leaving behind only bruises and internal scars. But he ached inside, ached for the loss of his fellow Fallen and for the destruction humans faced now that war had been declared between angels and mankind.

  Mostly he ached for Lily, the woman who’d once been his mate, the angel he’d so foolishly betrayed.

  Mara had been Lily’s best friend, her confidante. She had been the only other female who survived condemnation at the hands of the angels, and the two had grown as close as sisters after they’d escaped. Now Mara was dead, and he could only imagine the depth of Lily’s suffering.

  A knock sounded out on the door of the room he was in. He pushed up onto his elbows on the narrow cot that served as his bed.

  “Lily,” he croaked.

  But when the door opened, it wasn’t Lily’s face he saw. It was Ruby’s.

  Jason’s mate gave him an apologetic glance as she entered the room with a tray in her hand. “Sorry, it’s just me.”

  She set the tray down at the edge of his bed. It contained a sandwich, a glass of water, and more of the healing salve that covered a good portion of his body.

  Seth sat up and slid his feet over the edge of the bed, scrubbing his hands over his face. Heavens, but he desperately needed a shower.

  “How long has it been?” he asked Ruby.

  She understood what he was asking. “Seven days.”

  Seven days since they’d been rescued, since Ben and Mara had been killed.

  He frowned. “I’ve been lazing around in bed for seven whole days?”

  Ruby snorted. “Most of your bones were broken. I’d hardly call your healing sleep ‘lazing around.’”

  Flashbacks of the past week assaulted his memory: the painful flight back to the underground subway tunnel that served as the rebel base; supporting a grieving, battered Michael for half of the flight; then being joined by Lily, who helped him with Michael’s weight while silent tears streamed down her cheeks; Lily assisting him to this room and then returning with salve for his beaten body.

  “Did I imagine her being here?” he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. But Ruby responded anyway.

  “No. She’s been back and forth.” Ruby’s sympathetic gaze washed over him. “She was worried about you.”

  Her words made his heart clench. Over the years, he’d often wondered whether Lily’s love for him had turned into hate, but every so often she would do something to remind him that she still cared, even if she longed not to.

  “How is she? Michael?”

  Ruby’s mouth tightened, and she looked down. “Everyone’s still grieving. But we’re trying to stay focused. We’ve been strategizing and preparing for battle. Michael’s been in touch with the vice president.”

  After much struggle and turmoil, the Fallen had managed to obtain a video showing the angels plotting to eradicate mankind. Once the Tribunal had slaughtered the nation’s president, the vice president had declared war on angels. After a dozen years of being painted as enemies of mankind, he and the rest of the Fallen had finally been revealed to be the good guys. Given clear proof, humans had no choice but to accept that the Fallen had been condemned by their kind, not because they hated humans, but because they were trying to protect them.

  “Does Lily—”

  Before he could say anything more, the sound of a male voice cut through the space. “Ruby. Are you around?”

  Ruby rose and stalked toward the open door. “In here. What’s up?”

  Curly, a scrappy teen with a mop of curly hair, popped into view. He gave her a broad grin. “The caravan’s here. The rest of the rebels are back.”

  Before Ruby had met and mated with Jason, one of his Fallen brethren, she’d been the leader of a gang of rebels, a motley crew of humans who didn’t believe angels were altruistic, as they claimed to be, and had decided to live off the grid. They’d converted this ancient, abandoned tunnel into their home base, and Seth had to admit, it was a perfect hideout. Iron casting prevented any angels flying overhead from making out the essence of the Fallen and nephilim down below, and it was located in Brooklyn, close enough to the Tribunal headquarters in Central Park.

  After Ruby and Jason had mated, the rebels had gone up to the Adirondacks to train with Seth and the other Fallen. Angels were faster and stronger than humans, but there were some weaknesses, and Seth and the others had delighted in teaching the rebels what those weaknesses were. Now that war had been declared, they must have decided to come back and fight.

  Ruby grinned briefly, then turned to Seth. “I’d better go fill them in on what’s been happening.”

  He nodded. That was exactly what he needed too, but first he needed a bath.

  “I’ll join you once I’ve freshened up.”

  After bathing in the shower Ruby’s gang had rigged up, he went in search of the others. He found Michael, the Fallen’s unofficial leader, along with Ruby and a good portion of the others in the recreation room. The large space, which was mainly used for training, was lit up in artificial orange lighting. Now it housed over a dozen men and women, all in heated discussion.

  Michael’s voice broke out over the din. “We cannot simply attack the angel tower. Even if we amass a large crowd of humans, the angels will still have the upper hand.”

  “They can’t freeze all of us,” Curly challenged, referring to the angelic ability to paralyze humans for a short period of time.

  “This is true,” Michael conceded. “Even if they worked in concert, they could likely only freeze several dozen or so humans. However, we’ll be infringing upon their territory. They can fly. And unlike angels, humans aren’t quite as hard to kill.”

  Stepping into the room, Seth spoke up. “We should focus on disabling the Tribunal. That would create panic amidst the angels.”

  Michael looked up, and relief flared in his eyes. A whisper of conflicted emotions drifted from him: sorrow, determination, hope. “Just so. It’s our best chance of defeating them.”

  “Do we know where they are?”

  Michael shook his head. “We lost track of them after…” He paused for a shaky breath. “After D.C.”

  Where Ben and Michael’s sister, Mara, were killed.

  “Aaron and Ethan are attempting to track them down,” Michael said.

  “And we’re going to work on rallying the people.” Ruby pointed to herself and then to some of her fellow rebels. “We’ll separate and reach out to the crowds, offer to teach them how to fight back.”

  Michael nodded, then looked at Seth. “I’ll be meeting with the vice president. He’s managed to secret himself away, along with other members of his administration, and wants to discuss how we can help each other. I want you to come with me.”

  “Of course,” Seth agreed.

  “Lily too.”

  At those words, Seth’s gaze automatically speared through the room. As he’d suspected, she wasn’t here. “Where is she?”

  Michael shrugged. “Around here somewhere. Can you let her know we’ll be leaving within the hour? The sun fell two hours ago, and I want to give us enough time to accomplish what we must while under the cover of darkness.”

  Set
h nodded and turned, leaving Michael and the rest to their discussion. He would catch up later, but right now he wanted to see Lily and thank her for caring for him while he was out.

  To make sure she was alright.

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  These past few days had been torture. Not only had Lily lost her best friend, but she’d faced the fear of almost losing Seth too.

  Seth was the one man who’d always been able to turn her inside out.

  Just the simple thought of him sparked a tidal wave of conflicting emotions: lust, love, hate, despair. They all swirled together until she didn’t know how she felt. It was always like that when it came to him and had been since the day she’d found out about his betrayal. The day her heart had been shattered into a million little pieces.

  Even though she knew he wasn’t going to die from his injuries, it had been so hard to see Seth rendered so frail and helpless, with the majority of his bones shattered and his breath so frighteningly shallow. It had been even worse than the day they’d escaped the fire that had killed the remainder of the Fallen, and that was saying a lot.

  I should go check on him.

  That thought propelled her up from her seat and through the small square room that served as the rebel base’s makeshift kitchen. But before she could take more than a few steps, the door swung open, and a familiar figure stepped inside.

  She stopped cold, his name exhaling on a whisper. “Adam.”

  The nephilim in question gave her a relieved grin and sauntered toward her. “There you are. I had to see you for myself, make sure you’re okay.”

  His words made her soften. How sweet of him to be worried about her.

  That was the thing about Adam: He was very sweet. He was also good-natured and tall and handsome… and a nephilim.

  And her body recognized it.

  Adam’s half angel heritage wouldn’t have been an issue if she and Seth were still together, in every sense of the word. But they weren’t, and as a result, it had been awhile since they’d mated. Her body was reverting to its unmated state, which meant she could sense just how compatible Adam was with her and vice versa.