All Chapters of Slave To The Archangel: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AzraelPink petals are gliding down from the sky in the most romantic way possible. I bet my mate is enjoying the view.We are sitting on a pier, enjoying the setting sun together. Maze is leaning her head against my shoulder while both her arms are curled around one of mine. Her cheeks are rosy, and her eyes, framed by a million lashes, are locked on the salmon-colored sky."See, I told you it wouldn't be so bad going out on a date with me!" Maze is speaking in a softer tone than usual. Her smile is adorable. "Isn't this nice?"I lean my head against hers, relishing the feel of her soft hair. "The view is indeed stunning. Thank you for taking me out here today,""You're very welcome," Maze sounds satisfied.It's funny. I never thought I would come to like my mate, but I realize she is a piece of art after today. A silent smile touches my lips as I let my eyes roam over her brown hair cascading down her back.Maze. Once you know how t

Alyssa My head is a mess. The others are eating dinner while I'm sitting on the windowsill with the white curtains blowing into the hotel. Every angle of my mind is spinning around, and I stare up at the stars, hoping they will somehow guide me through my confusion. I'm disappearing, well, my hand is, and my head mainly consists of images of Azrael—I'm pretty confident that means I'm in love with him. There is no other explanation, and yet my heart explodes every time I remember that earthshattering kiss with Sleepy. But that can't mean that I'm in love with Sleepy! On the contrary, I consider the fairy my best friend. He is a funny guy who looks at me like I'm a hidden gem; there are always stars in his eyes, and he is always quick to defend me, but I'm not in love! Looking out through the window, I marvel at the glowing lights in the garden. Pixies. My eyes stay transfixed on their dancing bodies in the dark, they remind me of Sleepy, and my heart s

MazeOnce I'm confident that I'm alone, I push open the windows in my room. I'm on the highest floor, away from Azrael and everyone else. The stars shine like bright jewels in the sky, but my eyes focus on the black smoke impatiently waiting for me to speak."I invite you inside!" I speak audibly enough for the vampire to hear, and then the smoke rushes inside the building.A ball of smoke hurries past me, landing on the red carpet in the middle of the room. Books fly out through their cases, and the candles in the room blow out in an instant. The chandelier is swaying from side to side, and unpleasant chills snake down my spine when the ball of shadows materialize into a gruesome man.Bones crack and splinter, making me grimace until he is standing there, Fabian himself."Long time no see," Fabian smiles wickedly and reaches out a gnarly hand. His fingers are thin and long. I don't want him to touch me, yet I stretch my arm to shake his hand.

Alyssa"Why are we going to the lake again? It's super dark," My voice is bitter.Hopefully, we will make it back to the hotel before the sun rises and burns me to a crisp. My bed is a way safer place to be than Sleepy's hands. It's hard to stomach the fact that we are flying above the clouds and that him clumsily dropping me would kill me.Not that I think he would. Sleepy is holding me tightly, and his hands are big enough to make me blush. While I'm trying not to, I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to be my actual size and have him palm my breasts down to my thighs.I blush. It kills me to admit, but the man does have sexy hands; they are sunkissed with veins that reach like branches to his wrist to then disappear under his tunic."The lake is my favorite spot," Sleepy bends forward and angles himself to look down at me. I'm sitting in his cupped palms, and he gives me a grin while hanging upside down. I feel heat curl inside my bel

AzraelI punch the wall in frustration and watch the debris fall to the floor like sprinkles. I should be in bed by now, but something tells me my confusion won't let me sleep."Why did I try to kiss her?" I ask myself angrily, still not understanding why I can't stop thinking about Alyssa.Deep inside, I know the answer—Alyssa is like a drug. One inhale of her fiery, untamed hair was all I needed for her to become imprinted into my memory. I shouldn't want Alyssa; settling for my mate was what I decided on, but I want them both because I'm a greedy bastard.Fuck me. I need some sleep to set my thoughts and emotions right; I'm a pure mess right now.Slowly, I walk down the corridor with a hundred racing thought, stopping when I spot Maze standing outside of Sleepy's door with something sharp sticking out from her lengthy, flowing sleeve. She is dressed like the night in a black tunic, probably something the witches gave her, but something see