Nadya’s POV

“Fuck!”

The angel—God, that’s what he was, wasn’t he? This was all sorts of wrong—Remmy yanked back my covers as a man possessed. And, maybe he was. I saw the way his eyes changed, the lightning sparks within intensifying, and he leaned over to kiss me deeply.

“Zohnivas!” His baritone flattened across my body as Enochian whispers released me from the binding spell he put me ...