That last thought made her smile, and she rolled to her side, content to press herself against his colder body.

Angel may have broken her heart once, but never a promise he'd sworn to keep. He could hide vital information, he could sneak out of her sight to meet with her enemies; but all secrets were revealed when they could be used to strengthen her, and those same enemies had ended at the end of her scythe, brought into striking range by her lover.

She trusted him, and when he'd promised a better life in Los Angeles, she'd believed him.