Angels Would Fall

"Pancakes are sexier, angel-face." She couldn't believe she had said that; it was one thing to think it but did the first person she said it to have to be a hot stranger?

To her surprise and mortification he threw his head back and laughed. And laughed. And laughed. She was glad to have cheered him up but her face seemed to be getting redder by the second. She had lost the filter for her mouth as a child, she decided, and it must have been her father's fault. He was the one that had passed on his curse of losing everything. He used to claim that small nymphs were responsible; no one (not even his own child) seemed to believe him, much to his chagrin.

"Alright, little one, you win." He forced out between laughs.

She pouted in response. " Just order, honey."

He held his hands up defensively still fighting his amusement. "Okay, okay, kitten. How about those grits? How mean are they?"

She blinked, giving him a dead-panned look.

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Annabelle Baker was just a waitress, in her humble opinion. An incredibly selfless, silly, small waitress according to pretty much everyone else. Jasper and Silas couldn't have been more different than sweet (and adorably feisty), little Ann if they tried. How could a mortal, a human female, manage to bring two of the most powerful men in the world to their knees? Against all odds and every rule in the book (official or unofficial) they had fallen for the same woman. And they weren't sharing. Fallen angel versus demon. And meanwhile, what is going on up top? Is there a hope for restoring faith in humanity?