Yesterday if you told me I would've been dragging an angel into my hotel room I would've laughed in your face and called you a moron. Angels didn't just show up in this world, and they certainly would not follow after a demon into a room where intimate things happened.

But here she was, with her red painted lips drawn into a thin line, looking down at me and expecting some sort of explanation for what just happened. I looked from her heeled boots up to her perfectly sized breasts. I wish she would step on me.

The angel cleared her throat. "So? Weren't you going to teach me the ways of the world?"

Oh hell, I wish I could teach her every way I knew the world. I'd start with missionary and explain the rest from there.

"Eyes up here," the angel said, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at her face. "What in heaven's name was that loud thing?"

"Oh this?" I asked, pulling the gun out of my pants.

She jolted backwards and covered her ears. "Don't play with it! That thing hurts!"

I set it on the table and made sure the safety was on before taking the magazine out and setting it beside it. Blood coated the handle from where I had hit the man's head. He was probably dead now. I had hit a little harder than necessary.

Going to the bathroom, I washed the sticky substance from my hands. The angel followed after me, looming in the doorway. "What is that thing you put on the table?"

"It's called a gun. When it goes off, it'll put a hole right through you if you're lucky, and if not you get metal stuck in your body that hurts like a mother fucker to pull out," I stated as I washed for the third time, making sure I got all of the gross remains of that man off my hands. God, why did men have to be such assholes? Especially the ones in white pickup trucks. I bet he had a bible right next to that gun and a self-righteous reasoning of why he was doing God's work by killing a defenseless woman.

I had seen him hit her. I bet he would've run her over twice to make sure she was dead before driving off if she hadn't gotten up so fast. Pure rage rolled off my body in waves, darkening the room. I hated humanity sometimes. At least I'd see him again with a scalpel in my hand when I went home.

"Why was he trying to put holes in you? All you did was tell him what it would do if he used it," the angel said, her face pinching up in confusion. "Is that what people do?"

"He was angry, and felt he had a right to, but he didn't," I stated, grabbing the towel and drying off my hands. "He was a bad person. Most of them aren't like that, but there's many that are. You have to watch out for them." Placing a hand on her shoulder I looked up at her. "Most of the bad people sit in churches praying to your superior every Sunday. I don't think they deserve forgiveness for being two-faced bastards that spread hate on the world."

She didn't say anything, her blue eyes seeming vacant. It was clear that she was caught up in her thoughts.

I stepped around her and dug through my bag to find a different shirt. Some blood had splattered on my current shirt from when I dealt with the asshole. I grabbed one that said: "I know how to please your girlfriend better than you," and set it on the bed before taking mine off.

"Oh heavens! Why are you stripping in front of me? That is so ungodly and inappropriate!" The angel cried, her whole face turning bright red when she stared at me.

"You could always close your eyes, but you don't want to, do you?" I asked, swinging my new shirt around a little bit to let her take in my black, lace bra that was absolutely see through.

She sputtered and covered her eyes. "Just tell me when you're decent."

"I'm fairly certain I'm decent, for a demon, after all, I did just save your life," I stated as I slipped the new shirt over my head and donned my leather jacket.

"That's not what I meant," she murmured into her gloved hands.

Blood was splattered on her white outfit. I frowned. "You're injured."

"It'll heal, in time, I don't even feel it anymore," she stated, and then fell to the floor, hard.

I rushed forward, checking her pulse, did angels even have a pulse? When I put my fingers to her throat I found out that they indeed did not have a pulse. But she did seem to be breathing. That was good. If angels had lungs, which I think they should, since she was using something similar at least.

Blood continued to seep from around her stomach area, dripping down to the carpeted floor. Seems I wouldn't be getting the deposit back. But she was in a dress. I wouldn't be able to check how badly injured she was if I undressed her, but if I undressed her while she was unconscious I didn't have consent to. Even I, a demon, had lines I did not cross.

What was I going to do?

My hand landed on the knife in my pocket. That was it!

I cut a hole in her dress where the wound was and tore the fabric apart. She'd be a little angry, but this was nothing in comparison to stripping her naked. Blood squirted me in the face when I opened the fabric. It continued to spray, hitting the wall behind me. A bone protruded through her skin.

Shit.

What the fuck was I going to do? This was bad. Very bad.

My phone started ringing on the nightstand. It was my brother.

Running over, I grabbed it. "Hey I need a favor."

"You haven't spoken to me for months and that's the first thing you say? Fuck you, Amaya."

I rolled my eyes. "Hey bro, what's up? I love you!"

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Love you too, now what's up is—"

"I still need that favor," I blurted, interrupting him before he could start his rant about his line of ex's and baby mama's. "Someone is dying and I need to stop it."

"Amaya. . . What did you do?"

"Well, an angel got hit by a car."

"And that's your problem because?"

I bit my lip. "Because she was chasing me."

Silence proceeded from his end, far too long for my growing anxiety to handle it.

"Still there, Dawn?" I asked, fidgeting with the fabric of the bed spread.

"Yeah I'm still here just. . . Let me get this right, there was an angel chasing you, and they got hit by a car, and instead of finishing them off like you're supposed to, you want to save them?" The sharp tone of his voice made me flinch.

"Well she's hot and. . . When she had a chance to kill me she didn't." I ran my hand through my hair, grimacing when I realized it was covered in blood and now that blood was not only all over my face and hands but also my hair too. "There's something different about her. It doesn't feel right to let her die, not yet."

Dawn sighed. "If dad finds out. . ."

"He won't."

"But if he did, he would never forgive you."

"I know."

"You'd be labeled an angel sympathizer and get permanently cut off."

"I know!" I almost threw the phone, but took a breath and loosened my grip around the corners that had started cracking. "Are you going to help me or not?"

"I'll bring my gear. Where are you?"

"At the hotel across from Starbucks."

"Oh. . . I'm actually at Starbucks now, do you want anything?"

"Just get your ass over here!"

"Fine, fine, asshole."

"Dimwit." I hung up before he could reply and start the insult game. If I let him, he'd win, and today that was simply unacceptable.

Within a few seconds there was a knock on the door. I peeked through the hole in the door to see the male version of me standing in the hall with his bag of goodies in one hand and a coffee in the other. Damn the coffee looked good. Maybe I should've asked for something.

No. There were bigger problems at hand like the angel bleeding out on my hotel carpet. The very hot angel. The very innocent and stupid angel. Part of me felt this odd need to protect her. I'd never felt that way about anyone in a long time. It was my responsibility to make sure no one caught wind of this. I could trust my brother. I had more than enough secrets on him to get him killed. He wouldn't breathe a word.

I opened the door.

He stepped inside and set his coffee on the table by the door. "So where is this—holy fucken fuck!" His dark eyes took in my appearance, the walls, the carpet, before they landed on the angel. "You didn't tell me she was bleeding out like that!"

I closed the door behind him. "Just get to work before she's drained of everything. Please."

"We may have to take her to a human hospital. . . She's going to need a transfusion after losing this much," Dawn declared as he took his bag and walked over to her. He pulled the cloth back. "Probably has internal bleeding from whatever this pierced. I don't know if I can fix this."

"Don't say that before you try," I spat. "Shouldn't she be healing on her own by now? Why isn't she healing?"

"I have a feeling she's not a full angel," Dawn whispered as if uttering a curse. "Full angels wouldn't take damage from something as measely as a car. That means she should be able to take human blood if that's her other half."

"And if it isn't?"

"Her body will reject it, she'll have a seizure, and die."