Character Interview: Angel from WetWork series by @CadenceDenton
You want me to describe myself? Is this a trick question? No? Well then, let me think.
DM calls me petite. Of course, he would. He’s a foot taller than me. To be precise, I am five-feet three and ½ inches tall, but I usually round up to five-feet four-inches. My driver’s license states my hair color as brown, but most people believe it’s black. They’re both right.
I can thank my mother’s Negrescu heritage for the midnight hair and my father for my eyes. I like my eyes. They’re light brown and tip up at the edges. Growing up, the Guild kids called me “pussy cat” which bothered me, then. Now, I believe my eyes are my best feature. They were a gift from my Dalcan grandmother—that’s my dad’s mom.
I’m pretty fit—you would be, too if you spent as much time training and, well, fighting as I do. Hmm…what else. I was born in a Guild hospital on the outskirts of Bucharest and will turn twenty-eight in April. I speak nine languages—four fluently.
What more is there to tell? Oh, yes. I like shiny things. Shiny and sharp. Swords—those I like very much!
My fashion taste? It’s no secret I prefer my skirts to be short; my tops, tight; and my heels, sky high. There. I’ve told you all you need to know.
Umm, thank you very much Angel for your… errr… honesty. * clears throat * Let’s move onto the questions.
What is your greatest extravagance?
Wait. More questions? Yes, yes, I know I agreed to answer, but can we not move this along?
Please answer the question.
Fine. My greatest “extravagance”. Wow. Deep. (Angel sighs and rolls her eyes) I suppose it would have to be my sword collection…and my shoes. There’s nothing quite like fine hammered steel and a fine pair of Manolo Blahniks. I’d have to say, the sword created by Masamune—he was Japan’s greatest swordsmith, if you didn’t know—is by far my most precious possession. My Blahniks run a close second.
On what occasion do you lie?
Ha! Really? I’m Guildborn. A more pertinent question would be on what occasion don’t I lie? Deception is part of the job, but… I never lie to those I’m allied with: My family and the Guild—and DM. Everyone else is an outsider and unworthy of trust or truth.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
Answer the question, please.
Please Angel, answer the question.
Christ. Are you freaking blind? The Spider carved my face like a Thanksgiving turkey. What do you possibly think I’d want to change? Geez, what a putz.
What do you most value in friends?
That they won’t carve me up like a Thanksgiving turkey. Okay, okay. I’ll be serious. Hmm. The truth is, I don’t have many friends. I have family, and family is loyal. You can count on family. We have each other’s backs. Sure, we squabble and hurl insults, but at the end of the day it’s us against the world.
What is your greatest fear?
What the hell is this? Stick-Pins-in-Angel-and-Watch-Her-Bleed day? (Angel raises her hand) Never mind, I’ll answer the damn question. What do I fear most? I’m terrified DM will forget he loves me, of course. I’m scared DM will become the “perfect hunter” the Medic strove to create and lose the last vestiges of his humanity. I’m afraid he will turn into an emotionless robot, and leave me behind. That’s my biggest fear. Have I answered your damn questions?
Just one more, if you please. When and where were you happiest?
That’s easy. Here and now. DM and I are together and the Guild is safe. For now, that’s all that matters.
Thank you, Angel. To find out more about Angel, DM and the Guild see below…
Title: WetWork, Dark Man Case Files Episode 4
Author: Cadence Denton
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Dark Man is screwed. Captured by the Department hounds, he was handed over to the Medic as a sacrificial lamb—or lab rat. The brain surgery to turn him into the perfect killing machine (the emphasis on machine) has left him reeling. With his emotions disabled, DM has entered a very dark place. Scientific data claims that without the distraction of emotions, DM will be more focused, more productive—an assassin without a conscience. The problem is he won’t cooperate. He’s focused on finding one person: Angel.
Angel’s act first, think later attitude has gotten both her and DM’s identical twin brother, Damien, into a world of trouble. Her plan to rescue DM majorly blew up in her face. Taken captive by the Guild’s enemy—the super-secret Omicron—she has learned the true meaning of pain. Bearing both physical and mental scars, Angel joins forces with both friends and enemies to free DM.
From Houston to Bucharest, trouble follows DM and Angel. With attacks from every side, they must find a way to overcome their differences and come together or risk being torn apart.
Will DM and Angel survive? Read WetWork, Dark Man Case Files, Episode 4 for the exciting conclusion.
“Who am I?”
DM’s voice was a husky whisper. It did crazy things to her insides.
“I’m your future,” he said with the finality of a slammed door, not giving her time to reply before fencing her in against the scarred wooden bar with between his long, hard arms and thick, muscular thighs.
Her pulse kicked up, making her shiver like a spooked horse as he moved into her, invading her personal space. Spooked. That was an apt description. Everything about this dangerous man spooked her. He was imposing, standing over a foot taller than her five-foot four-inches with a shredded build that complemented his superior height. Not to mention the fact he possessed looks that would make any woman between the ages of 13 and 93 swoon. Truth was, just looking up into his smoldering gray gaze made her lightheaded, made her weak in the knees, and made her more than a little wet between the thighs. Truth was, she wanted nothing more than to follow this man to his bed. When he leaned in, his chiseled lips parting as they approached hers, her eyelids drooped. She stretched up in anticipation, tilting her head back, almost breathless to taste his lips, and felt…nothing.
Rusted metal flakes rained down coating her skin as Angel jerked awake. She’d been dreaming of DM, David Morace, the former crown prince of the Guild. Her lover.
Her wrists also awoke and began to bitterly complain of their abuse—being forced to support her weight and suffer the tight bonds of the handcuffs. Her shoulders also objected, stating they had taken more than their fair share of the load. Seeking relief, Angel pulled her feet under her and put weight on her legs. A high whistling gasp of misery escaped her lips. She had forgotten about Spider and his electric carving knife. Almost she regretted contacting DM’s identical twin brother and the new Crown Prince of the Guild. Asking Damien for help in getting DM released from the Department’s creepy version of the Island of Doctor Moreau had been beyond foolhardy. How could she possibly rescue DM when she could do nothing to save herself?
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