When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.

You're Hell's Angels, then? What chapter are you from?'

'REVELATIONS. CHAPTER SIX.

He grinned when I didn't protest, and lowered his mouth toward mine. The first touch was just that - a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened.
"More?" he asked.
I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More.

I don't go out with strangers," I said.

"Good thing I do. I'll pick you up at five.

And while Luce dreamed below of the most glorious wings unfurling-the likes of which she'd never seen before-two angels in the rafters shook hands.

I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.