His Wingless Angel

"You seem to be moving a bit slow today. Are your injuries still bothering you?" Gabriel, King of the Dragons, asked Damascus. They had gotten back to their routine training a few days prior. Damascus's injuries had taken some time to heal, and Gabriel did not want to hear any arguments from Damascus about giving his body proper time to heal. "I am only slower because you have forced me to become a bed potato for the last four weeks," Damascus said under his breath. Damascus had not been the best patient for those that Gabriel had sent to make sure that he complied with Gabriel's command to rest. "You would not have healed otherwise. We both know how you like to overdo it," Gabriel retorted. Damascus only made a noise in response which caused a smile to spread across his friend's face. Gabriel and Damascus had a different relationship with each other than most kings and seconds. They bickered as if they were brothers but would go to the ends of the Earth for one another in a heartbe

Amara Hayes stood at her office window and looked out at the city below. Her thoughts were far off, which seemed to be a more normal occurrence as of late. She could not get the motorcyclist out of her mind. Had he survived the crash? The oddity around the people who had shown up swiftly taken him away. His injuries had been so extensive she was unsure how one could survive if not taken to a hospital straight away. One of the men had said they were taking him to their hospital, but the nearest one had been in the opposite direction that the SUV had taken off. She prayed that the man had gotten the care that he needed. Amara could not stop the other thoughts that continued to creep in. The man had been devilishly handsome. Even with his injuries she could tell that he took great care of his physique. She wondered not for the first time what was wrong with her? The man had been injured and yet here she was thinking about his body. Not that she could see his face clearly through his h

Amara tried to compose herself so that she could finish thanking the donors before she allowed the others to the mic for the remainder of the evening. The host and hostess were to make a speech as well as the charities that the guests were donating to. Amara had caught Damascus's eye in the crowd. She wasn’t sure how but she could feel the pull and when their eyes had locked she found that she had the most indecent thoughts running through her mind. She could feel the heat rising not only on her cheeks but somewhere lower as well. She quickly cleared her throat and finished her speech. She passed the microphone to the host and hostess and quickly left the stage. She hastened her steps to the area that was behind the curtain and once more took calming breaths. She knew when she was no longer alone. Her eyes moved around the darkened area that she was standing in. At first, she saw nothing. Then a movement caught her eye in the shadows. Just like his dark demeanor, Damascus stood a f

Damascus pulled his new bike next to Amara. He had tried to keep his distance and watch her from afar but when he had seen the man chasing her down the street he had cut off and came down the alley. The man was lucky that all he had done was rev at him and give a good lunge. Everything in Damascus's body told him to dump the bike and grab the man and beat him into the ground for thinking that he could chase a defenseless woman. Amara no less. Damascus's chest rose and fell rapidly. He looked at Amara through his visor. She said nothing but just stared at him in return. A nearby car honked and startled her from the trance she had been in. "What the hell?" she asked. Damascus was trying to control the urge to still run after the man. He threw up his visor and his bright eyes showed in the darkness around them. His bike was still running. He hadn’t completely talked himself out of taking off after him. "What do you think you are doing?" Amara tried again to get a response from him. W

Amara set down the paper that Gabriel's people had sent over. She had finally finished the list. She stared down at it. Was she truly going to take the job? What reason did she actually have other than she wanted a chance to be near Damascus? She felt stupid for even thinking it. She had strange dreams the night before. A monster towered over her, but she had not been frightened. Instead, she had felt safe and protected. Like the monster was there to take care of her. It was absurd of course. Amara pushed her chair from her desk and walked out to the small desk that Leslie occupied. Leslie looked up from the computer screen that she had been monitoring. "Have you finished?" she asked Amara. Amara only nodded and walked over to the small coffee machine that sat on a hidden counter behind a narrow wall. When she returned Leslie was staring at her expectantly. "And? Should we start packing up our things?" Leslie asked. She had left the decision up to Amara the night before. Leslie wou