"Yeah no."
"Come on, it's not that bad."
"Are you kidding me? It's fucking disgusting!" I snap, grimacing at the bowl in his hands.
Daniel raises his eyebrow at me. "Would you please stop being such a bab
Dozens of different wings, all mounted to the wall like trophies.My eyes start to burn and I swallow the lump in my throat. “This is horrible,” I breathe.“Yes, it is.”My head sn
Two hundred and seventy-three . . . two hundred and seventy-four . . . two hundred and seventy-five . . . two hundred and seventy-six. 276 days. That’s how long Luciana was in this cell. Every day she scratched another line on the wall. I thought it was a stupid and dramatic thing to do, but after a couple of weeks I realized it’s probably the only thing that can keep you sane when you’re sitting in a stone room in total isolation. I can’t believe how sadistic these assholes are. They put me in her old cell. It hasn’t even been cleaned. There’s blood smeared on the door and a sticky puddle in the corner. I feel bile rise in my throat when I realize the blood either belonged to Luciana, or they’ve succumbed other people to this torture. I suppose it had to be the latter. It's too damn fresh. My jaw clenches at the sound of the door hinges creaking. The guard angel stalks inside the cell, his painted blue wings held stiff and proud like the good little soldier he is. He takes the
"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."Ana come on we need to get Daniel and get out of here," she urges.I take a deep breath and nod, swallowing hard. The boy is slowly stalking closer, but I look past him. Daniel's body lies in a heap on the floor. His chest barely rises and falls—but it's moving.The boy raises his hand and Diana screams, crumpling into a ball on the ground beside me. She covers her ears and squeezes her eyes shut.I roll my shoulders and let my wings unfurl. My gaze snaps back to the boy and my fingers twitch.Nothing happens. I take a small step back as panic starts to set in.Diana goes still and the boy turns to me with a smirk. He flicks his wrist but still nothing happens. This time it's my turn to smirk. "Looks like we're doing this the old-fashioned way," I mutter.His eyes widen. "Why can't I—""Those are my w
“You should just turn your property into a hospital,” I chuckle. “If you continue to be a moron, 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?” “Nothing.” “Exactly.” He sighs, shaking his head. “Doing nothing is quite enjoyable. As is being alone.” “You don’t get tired of it?” I ask. “After your parents died, I did nothing for nearly ten years. Then you showed up here again and I can say my life has not improved.” I scowl. “Are you still mad that I brought Diana here?” “Yes. And I am upset that you injured yourself and caused your mate and your friend injury as well. Now you expect me to fix all three of you.” “I’m sorry, you’re just too good at it." He shakes his head, letting out an irritated sigh. “I am going to go hunting, don’t you dare get up,” he growls. My leg still throbs from when I did just that a few hours ago. “Bel
“Hold up,” Diana mutters, “Are you seriously saying that her father was the angel from the stories―the one that forced all of us to live on earth?” I look to Logan who nods. “The angel that also brought demons to earth?” Diana asks. Logan clears his throat a little and nods again, turning to me. “Yes. Everyone was terrified of him, everyone but your mother. The only reason your father was on the Council, was because she was the leader for decades. They thought her snow-white wings meant she was the purest of the angels and so they did whatever she said―but that was millennia ago, before dark angels were fully allowed to be in the council and long before either of you were even born.” "Sounds like a damn fairytale." “Wait so they’re trying to kill Luciana because she’s the super-evil, all-powerful spawn of the devil?” “Hey!” I growl. Logan sighs in annoyance. “Well if you knew the most terrifying angel in existence had a child, wouldn’t you want to kill it?” “I’m literally sitti
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 powerful. I don’t think. “You’re staring again.” Heat rushes to my cheeks and my gaze flicks up to his face. “I wasn’t staring, I was just lost in thought,” I murmur. He raises his eyebrow. “Are you okay?” I tell him I can't sleep. That's all. “Is your leg bothering you?” I pause for a moment before nodding. Daniel shifts a little beneath me, moving his arm out from under my legs. I lay sideways across his lap; he practically cradles me against his chest. My leg has to stay elevated so I tried to convince him to just sleep in his own room, but he insisted on staying with me on the couch. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asks softly, running his hand along the side of my face. “I don’t think so,” I sigh. I try to readjust my position and gasp at the searing pain that
“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?"