“They didn’t. They―they can’t . . . it’s not possible,” I stammer.“I’m so sorry,” Diana whispers.“No they said they burned them—I don’t—” My voice cracks and I suck in a sharp breath.
"You should just turn your property into a hospital," I chuckle."Well if you continue to be an idiot, I may have to," Logan mutters in annoyance."Oh come on I'm just trying to make sure you have something to do. I mean you must get bored as hell being out here by yourself, what do you even do?"
"Hold up," Diana mutters, "Are you seriously saying that her father was the angel from the stories―the one that forced all angels to live on earth?"I look to Logan who nods."The angel that also brought demons to earth?" Diana asks.
This is so stupid. He won't care.He was upset before because I lied to him.Though he also shot me with a dart because he was scared of what I could do.Being Lucifer's daughter doesn't make me any more
“That’s not fair!”I roll my eyes with a heavy sigh. “What’s not fair?”“That!” she shouts, pointing at the flames in my hand. “You figured out how to create fire and you’ve been at this for barely a day! I’ve been practicing for weeks and I still can’t do it!”
My hands are shaking and I can feel ice creeping up my spine. The silence is deafening; I swear I can hear my own heartbeat.It tilts its head a little as it stares at me. Suddenly its eyes flash and it's keeling over in a deep bow. "We have been searching for you for many years Mistress," it growls.A small squeak escapes my lips. "Excuse me?"
My breath stops in my chest.“Oh my god,” I whisper.The forest around me holds an
I wake to voices and a strange sliding noise—sweeping maybe? I slowly open my eyes, squinting against the light that fills my room. “Hey you’re finally awake. Did you sleep okay?” I look up at Diana, confusion swirling in my mind for a split second before I remember last night. “Yeah,” I say, my voice hoarse and scratchy.