Dark Surrender

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Epilogue

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About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

ALYSSA MORGAN

is a native of Minnesota, but has also lived in Hawaii and Utah, and now resides in Los Angeles. She has worked as a waitress, a bartender, a file clerk, and a licensed financial adviser, and many of her experiences have added to her true passion: writing romance. When she's not slaving away over her latest work or devouring a novel by one of her favorite authors, you can find her giving in to her shopping problem, sunning herself at the beach, enjoying a leisurely Sunday brunch, or spending time with her friends and family.

I’d first like to thank my awesome editors, Laurie and Lucy, for their constant enthusiasm, and for helping to make Grace the best story it could possibly be.

Thanks, as always, to Mom and Dad, who are the best PR reps a girl could ask for.

And last, but never least, thank you to the readers. I hope you enjoy taking another journey with the characters who live in my head. Thanks again! Alyssa

To R. who believed I was a writer before I did, and encouraged me to follow my dreams.

For sin shall not have dominion over you: for ye are not under the law, but under grace.

Romans 6:14

Prologue (#u1f090327-ebe3-5bd4-aff2-beb1072e2f49)

Alexandria

500 A.D.

Kyriel had no desire to return to Heaven.

Funny thought for an angel.

But then, he wasn’t an angel anymore. Not really.

He’d been stripped of his wings and most of his powers Ages ago. God had banished him and the other angels to Earth for their sins, and they’d finally given up on the idea of ever returning to Heaven. Some sins were unforgivable.

Why, then, had he agreed to assist Gabriel by chasing a Holy Man half way around the world?

A warm breeze blew through the tower window and played with the ends of his long, blonde hair. Kyriel lifted his head from the maps on the table and glanced out the narrow window, down to the Mediterranean harbor below, watching ships with great masts loading and unloading their cargo at the docks.

Why was he here? Maybe he was bored after all these Ages. Maybe he’d come along with Gabriel because he was excited by the prospect of searching out a few more Holy relics – Egypt was full of them and he couldn’t get his hands on enough.

Or maybe Gabriel’s promise of redemption had proven to be more important to him than he’d thought.

Kyriel’s current lifestyle wasn’t winning him any favor with God. Pride.Envy.Lust.He had a list of sins, and the longer he stayed on Earth, the more he added to that list. He was a fallen angel. Redemption wasn’t something that belonged to him, it wasn’t something he deserved, but that didn’t stop him from wanting it. Left on Earth to rot, he was merely a shadow of his former self. He had no powers, no glory. The Exalted Ones frowned upon him and his kind.

Kyriel was abandoned. Only Gabriel could show him the way back.

A strong gust of wind blew open the door to his tower room with a loud bang!

Kyriel anchored his hands on the ancient maps and scrolls spread out on the table as the Archangel Gabriel swept into the circular room with all the force of a raging storm. The howling wind swept out the door and it slammed closed, leaving them in silence.

“The last Magi is dead!” Gabriel declared, pacing the stone floor, his sandaled feet kicking up clouds of dust.

Then it was exactly as they’d feared.

Kyriel stared out the tower window, gazing across the azure blue sea. He’d hoped to be done with this chase and on his way back to Heaven.

Now it looked like his journey was only beginning.

Why hadn’t Gabriel’s mysterious source warned them of the danger sooner?