Gena Showalter - Wicked Nights

Dear Reader,

I have been intrigued by the stone-cold angel Zacharel since the first moment he stepped onto the pages of my Lords of the Underworld series in The Darkest Secret. I mean, really. An immortal warrior who finds it easier to slay an enemy than to smile at a friend? Yeah, I had to know his secrets.

I also had to flip his entire world upside down, and oh, did I have fun doing it. Hes been put in charge of the biggest, baddest beings ever createdan army of angels about to be kicked out of the heavens forever. Hes met the first woman ever to kindle a fire in his blood, and hes in danger of losing his greatest treasure (and no, Im not just talking about his virginity).

What better way to begin my new Angels of the Dark series?

Sacrifices will have to be made, and battles between good and evil will have to be fought. (Go, Team Good!) Zacharel has one chance to get this right. Just onebecause its his last. If he fails, he will be stripped of everything that matters to him. His position, his powerand even his love.

I hope you enjoy this journey as much as I enjoyed writing it. After all, as you travel youll be in the arms of an exquisite winged warrior.

All the best,

Gena Showalter

To Jill Monroe,

for encouraging phone calls and emails, and the laughs! (And I want it forever noted that you are listed first.)

To Sheila Fields and Betty Sanders,

for the friendship, the brainstorming, and the laughs!

To Joyce and Emmett Harrison, Leigh Heldermon, and Sony Harrison, for the support, the love, and the laughs! (Yes, Im big on laughs.)

To Mickey Dowling and Anita Baldwin,

fantastic ladies I adore!

To Kresley Cole and Beth Kendrick

a thousand thank-yous, ladies. Actually thats not enough. A million thank-yous, ladies!

And to Kathleen Oudit and Tara Scarcello,

for seriously knocking this one out of the park! So gorgeous!

THE MORNING OF HER eighteenth birthday, Annabelle Miller woke from the most amazing dream feeling as if her eyes had been ripped out, dipped in acid and shoved back into their sockets. She became aware of the sensation gradually, her mind still fogged from sleep. When full awareness finally struck, her entire body tensed and bowed, a scream ripping free of her throat.

She pried her swollen eyelids apart, butthere was no dawning light. Only darkness greeted her.

The pain spread, riding the too-swift tides in her veins and threatening to burst through her skin. She rubbed at her face, even clawed, hoping to remove whatever was causing the problem, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. No bumps, no scratches. Nowait. There was something. A warm liquid now coated her hands.

Blood?

Another scream left her, followed by another and another, each like a serrated piece of glass scraping her throat raw. In seconds, panic chewed her up and spit her out. She was blind, bleedingand dying?

The whine of hinges, the clack of high heels against the hardwood floor. Annabelle? Are you all right? A pause, then a hiss of breath. Oh, baby, your eyes. What happened to your eyes? Rick! Rick! Hurry!

A curse was followed by the pound of hard, fast footsteps. A second later, a horrified gasp filled her bedroom. What happened to her face? her father bellowed.

I dont know, I dont know. She was like this when I came in.

Annabelle, sweetheart. Her dad, now so tender and concerned. Can you hear me? Can you tell me what happened to you?

Annabelle tried to speakDaddy, help me, please, help mebut the words became diamond hard and too jagged to swallow. And oh, dear heaven, the burn migrated to her chest, flames sparking every time her heart beat.

Strong arms slid under her, one at her shoulders, the other at her knees, and lifted her. The movement, temperate though it was, jostled her, magnifying the pain and she moaned.

Ive got you, sweetheart, her dad assured her. Well get you to the hospital and everything will be okay. I promise.

The sharpest edges of her panic ebbed. How could she not believe him? Hed never made a promise he couldnt keep, and if he thought everything would be okay, everything would be okay.

Her dad carried her to the SUV in the garage and laid her across the backseat as her mothers sobs echoed. Her dad didnt bother with a buckle, just shut the door and sealed Annabelle inside. She expected his door to open next, then her moms. She expected her parents to climb inside and drive her to the hospital, as promised, butnothing.

Annabelle waitedand waitedseconds ticking by with excruciating slowness, the raggedness of her inhalations becoming laced with the taint of rotten eggs, fetid and sharp enough to nip at her nostrils. She cringed, confused and frightened by the change in the air.

Daddy? she said. Her ears twitched as she listened intently for his reply, but all she heard was

Muffled voices through the glass.

The shrill grind of metal being scratched.

Eerie laughter

a grunt of agony.

Go inside, Saki, her father shouted in a terrified tone Annabelle had never before heard him use. Now!

Saki, her now-shrieking mother.

Grimacing through the pain, Annabelle managed to struggle into a sitting position. Miraculously, the unbearable blaze in her eyes at last faded. As she wiped away the blood, tiny rays of light pierced her line of vision. One second passed, two, then the light spread, colors appearing, blue here, yellow there, until she was taking in the full scope of the garage.

Im not blind! she cried, but her relief was short-lived.

She spotted her father, shielding her mother against the far wall, his gaze darting this way and that but never landing on anything specific. Grisly cuts marred his cheeks, blood dripdripping from each.

Shock and horror blended, becoming an unstoppable avalanche tumbling through every inch of her. What had happened to him? There was no one else in the small enclosure and

A man materialized in front of her parents.

No, not a man, but aa What was that?

Annabelle scrambled backward, hitting the other side of the car. The newcomer wasnt a man but a creature plucked from the depths of her worst nightmare. Another scream formed, this one lodging in her desiccated throat. Suddenly she couldnt breathe, could only stare in revulsion.

Thething was freakishly tall, the top of its head brushing against a ceiling she couldnt reach with a stepladder. It possessed a barbarians oversize bones and fangs shed only ever read about in vampire novels, with skin the darkest shade of crimson and as smooth as glass. Claw-tipped fingers dripped with blood. Gnarled wings of pitted black stretched from its back, and small horns protruded along the length of its spine. A long, thin tail curled from the base, ending in a blood-soaked metal spike that clanged against the concrete floor as it swished back and forth, back and forth.

Whatever it was, she suspected it had caused her fathers injuriesand it would only cause more.

Fear overcame every other emotion inside her, yet still she lurched forward, banged her fist against the window and forced her voice to work. Leave my parents alone!

The beast looked back at her with shockingly lovely eyes that reminded her of newly cut rubies. It flashed those razored fangs in a parody of a grinbefore slashing its claws across her fathers throat.

In an instant, flesh tore and blood sprayed a thin line over the car window. Her father fellhit the groundhis hands wrapped around his weeping throat, his mouth open as he gasped for air he couldnt, wouldnt, find.

A sob left her, formed from incredulity but sharpened by rage.

Her mother shrieked, scanning the garage with wide eyes as her father had done, as if she had no idea where the threat had come from. Her hands tented over her mouth and tears tracked down her cheeks, smearing the blood already splattered there.