Recently orphaned and alone, the winged elf Alec wants nothing more than to return to his childhood home one final time and succumb to his nostalgia and grief. But his quest home leads him straight into the arms of a dove-winged, wounded angel ... with human captors in hot pursuit.<br><br>After one magical night together, the two soulmates are united in love. Alec's angel becomes a cupid, transforming his grief into affection and love. But Alec has a secret that keeps him from telling his soulmate how he feels, and he lets his angel slip through his fingers.<br><br>As his family grows around him, Alec's nest remains empty and cold. Without his soulmate, Alec nears his end. Can he find his angel before it's too late, or will heaven be forever out of his reach?

Not an Angel, But a Cupid

A human woman appeared by his side. He became aware of her presence and strained to recall how they had come together, who she was, how she managed to bind him. “Please,” he gurgled, fighting for consciousness.


The woman pointed a dagger at his throat. “I need some information from you, Alec. I need you to lead me to the winged elves of the forest.”


He fought to resist, but under the influence of Cold Iron, he could not lie. “There is only I and another.”


“Then I must have him! You are not the one I seek. I seek justice!”


“No! Take your punishment out on me. Leave him, he is young…


“So was I when I was elfshot! I demand vengeance!”


“Please, Juventius is just a child. Only a handful of seasons old! He mustn’t be hurt,” he begged.


She shook her head in frustration. “Juventius?” What color are his wings?”


“Purple,” he slurred as he felt his world going dim.


“There is no elf in the forest with dove wings?”


Chapter 7