***Trigger warning*** Mention of Sexual Assault included in this chapter. (Alex’s POV)“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growled as he stared at my mother for the first time in almost fifteen years. “Hello? Is that all you have to say?” She went to speak, but I held up my hand to stop her. I couldn’t deal with this right now. I had tried to not let my mother abandoning us all those years ago affect me. I got that what was happening was hell. But why didn’t she take Louise, Jamie, and me with her? Why did she leave us with the monsters? My thoughts were swirling, and I was feeling like this big open room was closing in on me. I needed to get away from here. I needed room to think. “No, actually I don’t care. I thought you were dead.” I spun on my heel and headed for the door.“I was dead,” She called out behind me and I stopped in my tracks, “Or at least that was your father’s intention.” It felt like a bulldozer of emotion had hit me. I turned back around to face her.“What?” She look

Harper“The who of the what?” I exclaimed. I stared at Aaron in disbelief. Was he joking? He narrowed his eyes at me.“The Four Horsemen are a-” he began before I interrupted.“I know who the Four Horsemen are,” I scoffed. “I’m checking I heard right. I mean, are you sure?” “As sure as I can be,” Aaron shrugged. “I can only go on with the information I have at hand.” He shuffled the papers around and then picked up his notebook again.“The demons are said to be born from the pure blood of Lucifer, and when all four walk the earth, then the war between Heaven and Hell will begin, and with the balance tipped in Hell’s favour, Heaven will fall.” Aaron continued to read from his notes as we all listened. “Word of the four demon bloodlines got to Heaven and to Rachel,” Aaron read.“The Angel who rejected Lucifer?” I asked, and he nodded. “There is more information on this in the books,” he said, and Drake scoffed. “Of course there is,” he said, and I turned to him. “This is the story of

HarperI stood outside a set of double doors fiddling with the cord that was wrapped around the stupid cloak that I apparently had to wear. Elias and Marcus stood next to me, flanking me. I felt sick with nerves and everything in my brain was telling me to run away. Well, almost everything. There was something deep inside me that felt pulled towards the entrance of the Sanctuary in front of me. That’s what Drake told me it was. A sacred space which could only be inhabited by the Warriors of the Divine Order. Drake had done his best to explain what would happen earlier, and why it needed to happen. He told me that the grace that ran through our bodies, that made us part angel, recognised each other because it was from the same angel. He said that individually we held a finite amount, one that would recharge slowly when used. But when we were all connected, then the grace was able to run in an infinite circle, and instantly renewable, much like it did in the angels. I still wasn’t con

HarperMy eyes snapped open to darkness. I was back on the bed, but I knew I was still not alone as my eyes swiftly adjusted to the dark and the first thing I saw was a dark shadow towering over me. I lashed out on instinct seconds before realising that the shadow was Elias.“Ouch,” he grumbled as I knocked him off the bed.“Shit.” I jumped off the bed after him in panic. “Fuck, Elias. I’m sorry,” I said as I reached him. He chuckled in response and pulled me onto his knee while I tried to fuss over where I had hit him on the face. “Well, we know your reflexes are still all good,” he said as he nuzzled into me. I leaned into him allowing his sea salt and mint scent to wash over me and calm my rapidly beating heart.“I’m sorry,” I said again, “I just freaked out.”“What was it about?” Elias asked and I turned to look at him. “What was what about?” I asked.“The nightmare,” he said, “I woke you because you were distressed.”“Oh,” I fumbled for an answer. For some reason, I didn’t want

EliasI watched the scenery rush past as I stared out of the passenger window. We were back in the car, and had been for the last half an hour. Harper had been eager to get to this witch as quickly as possible. I could see the frustration on her face as Drake insisted on showing her how to seek out and identify the Divine grace, or whatever it was. It had taken her a couple of hours before she suddenly seemed to feel something. The expression of excitement on her face as she said she could feel the other warrior was almost infectious. Almost. I wanted to be happy for this newfound strength of hers, and I was happy. I didn’t like how she had been struggling over the past six months. The exhaustion from using her angel blade was getting worse, and I had been worried that she would burn out, for good this time. Drake assured me that now that Harper had fully accepted her place within the Divine Order that there would be no energy drain anymore. But I wasn’t sure if I liked that this mea