I followed behind my parents, wincing at the ache in my body. My head was pounding and my chest throbbed with pain."Luci come on!" My father called again.I nodded numbly but pain coursed through my body when I tried to make my wings beat faster.But then my mother was in front of me, worry scrawled across her face. "Luca stop!" She shouted to my father.Her hand brushed over my face as she peered over me. "What's the matter Luci? Are you tired?" She asked.I shook my head. "My head and my chest hurt," I muttered. It feels like someone bashed in my temple and crushed my rib cage. Just the effort of talking sends a stabbing sensation through my chest."Maybe we should stop for the night," she said to my father."Alright, I think Logan lives nearby," he sighed."Would he help?""He'll do whatever I ask."My mother nodded. "Okay, come on Luci. Just take a deep breath and push through it, you're going to be fine."***I peeled my eyes open with a low groan. I squinted against the light sh
"Shit Daniel, I think you completely destroyed my ribcage," I cough. I grit my teeth against the stabbing pain in my lungs and clench my fists.He frowns. "Are you trying to make me feel bad about saving your life?""Sorry, it just hurts," I mutter, giving him a small side smile.
I have no idea how long they have been searching, but it feels like an eternity.I keep fading in and out of consciousness. In and out of pain. But the feeling of complete and utter hopelessness . . .. . . that feeling refuses to go away.
"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