บททั้งหมดของ The secrets between us: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

I felt like I couldn't breathe, the wheezing sounds coming from my harsh breathing. I felt that I was flat on my back, Loss's hands pressed on my face as he tried to make sure I didn't choke on my tongue. But I was hot and Loss was an open flame. I pushed him away, struggling to talk. My tongue felt fat, and lazy, and I wondered if I had bitten down on it. Loss is saying something, but the pounding in my ears shuts him out. And then suddenly the heat expands to the center of my chest running down to my belly. This calms me, and I begin to breathe slowly, and evenly. My tongue doesn't feel like a giant sponge anymore, and I sit up, the world swaying a bit. Loss is there again, and he helps me up, careful to not touch me as much in case I freak out again. He tenses up, and I look up at him confused. Since meeting him, I've never seen Loss get angry. He was calm, and collected, sometimes teasing. But there were flames dancing in his eyes, and his teeth greeted as blac

As I sleep, blue fog turns black and red all around me. The background is nothing but blank space that's turning gray. I take a step forward, noticing a form sitting on the ground, back to me. As I near it, I place my hand on the person's back, feeling the heat from him going into my hand. He turns, a perplexed expression on his face. "Loss!" I say, throwing my arms around him. He seems surprised, as he hugs me back gently, the flat of his palm sliding up and down on my back. It's a comforting touch, and I bury myself deeper in him; Loss is someone safe. "Josie? Are you okay?" he asks, pulling slightly back as he tries to get a good look at me. I don't know what he'll see if he does, and I feel myself shrink away from his gaze. "Is Amon dead?" he asks, and I shake my head no. He takes a quick breath, but says nothing. "I stabbed him with the holy stone." I said, and instantly Loss grabbed ahold of my hands, staring at my palms. I felt my fa

Amon has a crazed look in his eyes, and I can feel my heart about to tear out of my chest. I'd thought after the fight, he'd want to go another round with Loss, to have the chance to humiliate him. But his eyes are focused on me, and I watch in horror as he dives down to me. It occurs to me that Loss hasn't moved an inch, not the car, and he hasn't even started the vehicle. I turn my head to scream at him to go, but he looks...frozen. Did Amon freeze time? The vehicle suddenly sounds like the metal is being shredded from the outside, and Amon yanks me out, grabbing me by my neck. "If I kill you while you're still like this, you'll die forever." he sneers, and I can feel his hand tightening around my neck. My eyes are starting to lose focus, and I feel so weak as my hands try hard to break his hold on me. How pathetic, I think to myself, I never once backed down from a fight or was losing quite this badly. That's when my foot connects with his lower stomach, and his eyes widene

I'm bracing myself as a source of heat draws closer and closer to my body, my wings covering me as well. I'm suddenly tackled to the side, and I let out a short yelp, flying to the side as a sudden heated blast skims my arm. I look back to see the whole back side of the hotel destroyed from that attack, my eyes almost out of its sockets. There was no way I would have survived that blast; it caused so much damage, that the building that took the hit instead was already crumbling to pieces. The angel flapped its wings, its giant eye looking for me. Then the other eyes opened as well, and I could feel my heart stop again as they landed on me. "Josie, you have to fly now! I need both hands to open a portal out of here!" Loss shouted, as he cursed at the sight of the angel. I did as I was told, flying next to him as smoke came all around us, covering us from view. "You cannot hide from the wrongdoings of which you caused. The threat must be taken out, so say

The angel dove for me, silently screaming into my mind, and I readied my blade, showing no fear. And there was none; if I could take this angel down, we would win. The War Angel barreled to me, ignoring anyone else, and I did the same. This was my one and only target, and I grabbed my blade just as it's eye began to glow. Wasting no time, I flung it as hard as I could, and it screeched out in pain, the blade meeting it's mark, and sticking smack dab in the center of the pupil. I watched in glee, as the sword began to turn smoky, entering into the cracks it left of the War Angel. The white light of the angel began to dim, turning into a smoky gray lighting, the whiteness turning into a coal black. Even it's feathered wings turned bat-like, the iris of the eyes once ocean blue, and now a crimson blood red color. I had done it. The angel was now under my control, and I was its master. No longer was it a War Angel, now it was a War Demon. I flew over to it, la