All Chapters of His Wingless Angel: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Damascus's hands had shook slightly as he had fastened the helmet on Amara. She would be his first passenger on his bike ever. He knew that he would not be able to go the same careless speeds that he normally went while he was alone. She was too precious of cargo to chance something happening and Damacus would never be able to forgive himself. If Gabriel knew that he had taken his bike rather than a car he would be chastising him. Gabriel had offered the dresses as a reason for Damascus to go over to Amara's and ask her on a date. But Gabriel's idea of a date was a nice quiet dinner. Damascus had no idea how to behave on a quite fancy date. So he stuck closer to what he knew. Adrenaline. Damascus pulled the large motorcycle away from the curb and took great care to go slow and let Amara gt accustomed to sitting on the back of the bike. He had not fully thought though his plan as riding together put Amara's entire front pressed against his back. Even though he was wearing a riding

Amara walked over and let her weight fall onto the couch next to Leslie. "Was it a good ride then?" Leslie asked. A smile still firmly planted on face. Amara rolled her head and looked over at Leslie without lifting her head from the back of the couch. "It was," Amara finally said. Leslie had put on a reality show in the background. Although for the life of her, Leslie could not explain the plot to any of it. "I made some chicken and rice in the kitchen if you care for some," Leslie said to Amara. Amara thanked her and walked to the kitchen to grab a bowl. They were content to sit on the couch and talk about the ridiculousness of the show that was currently running.*****************************************************************************************************************The next morning, Amara woke after a heated dream about a certain man in a motorcycle helmet. The dream had left her feeling unsatisfied. The idea of a helping hand was not foreign to her. She was still a virg

Amara and Leslie stood on the left side of the stage as Damascus had instructed. Amara could feel her palms perspiring. It was not the first time being in front of a large audience, however, her audience was never a room full of Dragons. "It will be alright," Leslie finally said. Amara could only nod in answer. The stage was a smaller one than the banquet she had recently held, and it was in the main dining hall of the castle, which again was smaller than the large venue, but it also made it so there was less room to hide. What are you doing? This is not who you are. Remember who you are, a small voice inside of Amara's head said. She squared her shoulders then. That is right. She fought tooth and nail when she was younger and again in her adulthood to make herself what she was today, without anyone for help until Leslie came along. "Please help me in welcoming Amara Hayes and her assist Leslie Howard to the Divine Kingdom," Gabriel finally announced to the crowd. There was applaus

Damascus had decided to take Amara to a small restaurant that sat near the edge of the Kingdom. He had assumed she had not eaten yet and since their first ride had ended somewhere secluded, he picked somewhere more public instead. Not that he was trying to publicly announce that they were seeing one another, if that is what one called it, but a part of him did want others to know that she was under his protection, which he hoped would stop any negativity that might make its way towards her. Damascus turned off the bike and helmet Amara down from the back. "This looks nice," Amara said as she took the helmet off after Damascus had unclipped it for her. The restaurant was small but homey. It sat nestled between a bookstore and what looked like an antique shop. "It may not be much, but Lester serves a mean steak," Damascus said as she gathered the helmets in his hands. "Oh, did I not mention?" Amara looked at Damascus with the most convincing look she could muster. "What?"

"Why did you call me that?" Amara asked, still sitting on Damascus's lap. He had called her angel twice and she wondered at its meaning. It was Damascus's turn to look slightly embarrassed. He looked away for a moment at the trees that surrounded them. "After my accident and I found out that you weren’t a Dragon, I thought of you as my wingless angel," he said. His gaze returned to her. Amara smiled at the nickname and decided that she in fact liked it when he called her that. "You don't mind, do you?" Damascus asked and Amara shook her head in answer. Damascus planted a firm kiss on her lips before lifting her easily and setting her back on the ground. "It is getting dark. I would rather not chance something happening while riding back," Damascus said. His hand found hers as he pulled her back to the black machine that had raced them to the spot in the first place. Damascus took the ride home a lot slower than when they had first got on the highway and Amara was thankful for that.