บททั้งหมดของ Heir Of Angels: Stalking Vaelora Book 1: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Vaelora’s POV I burst through the doors, my eyes frantically searching the environment, terrified that Zane would’ve disappeared into the alley shadows like he always did. To my uttermost surprise, he was there, slouched against the wall. He had just taken something out of his pocket that looked so much like what Mum had given me this morning. Earlier, I’d thought the red glowing stuff had looked like Zane’s amber-glowing knife, but it wasn’t. This was much leaner and filled with mysterious markings. He looked up as the door of the restaurant fell shut behind me. In the rapidly fading sunlight, his hair looked coppery gold. “Your boyfriend’s taste buds are terrible,” he said. I blinked, caught momentarily off guard. “Sorry?” “I said his taste buds are terrible, like they’ve been made of sand, created to taste even the most horrible things as good. You agree, don’t you?” “My fiancé’s taste buds shouldn’t be any of your business.” I was furious. “I want to know why you are s

Vaelora’s POV The weather had gotten even colder, and running home felt like swimming as fast as I could through a pool full of ice cubes. At the corner of a block, I got hit by someone riding a bicycle. We both went down. My arms hurt, but I quickly stood, ignoring the numbing pain I felt. “Are you okay?” I asked the rider. Not waiting for his response, I jittered up and down impatiently on the balls of my feet while traffic whizzed by in a blur of headlights. I was crossing the road like a mad person, barely paying attention to the chaos around me. Horns blared from every direction, people shouting as cars squeezed past each other. I stepped off the curb too quickly and suddenly a taxi came speeding toward me. The sharp screech of brakes ripped through the air, loud enough to make my heart stop. Tires scraped harshly against the road as the taxi halted inches away from me. My breath caught in my throat while people around me gasped and cursed. For a second, everything froze.

Vaelora The monster lunged, and I stumbled backward against the counter, biting down hard on my lip to stop myself from screaming. Tears blurred my vision, but I forced myself to stay standing. “Come on,” I whispered, trying to sound braver than I felt. “Come get me.” The creature growled and charged. For one terrible second, I almost lost my nerve. But then I recalled Momma’s terrified voice over the phone. How scared she sounded. I remembered the fear that was evident in her voice. The noises. And something inside me hardened. I whirled my head to the monster. It was getting closer and closer. Without a second thought, I started to turn on the gas stove switch one by one until the smell of it overtook that of the monster’s foul odor. I grabbed the red knife and gas lighter from the counter. The monster’s footsteps thudded against the floor as it came closer, slow and heavy, like it already knew I couldn’t escape. The overhead light flickered weakly above us, thro

## Chapter 18### VaeloraVaelora's POVI didn’t look back at Zane. I didn’t care if he followed me or if he vanished back into the shadows like the ghost he was. Blinded by anger, I bolted out the hanging, splintered front door and lunged down the wooden staircase, my boots slamming against the steps in a frantic, desperate rhythm.There was one person left in this building. One person who claimed to see things nobody else could.I reached the bottom landing, my heart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. I threw myself at Madame Agnes's door. I began to knock. Not a polite rap, but a frantic, heavy pounding. Knock. Knock. Knock.“Madame Agnes! Open the door!” I yelled, my palms smacking against the heavy wood. Knock, knock, knock.The thick, cloying scent of sage and incense seeped through the cracks, mixing with the smell of smoke still clinging to my hair. Nobody answered. I kept going, pouring all my panic, all my desperation into the wood. Knock, knock, knock.Finally,

Vaelora's POV “I’m just saying, it was incredibly embarrassing—” “You are standing on top of the answer to why I left early!” I shrieked, the full force of my fury finally breaking through. I gestured wildly at the collapsed ceiling, the charred walls, and the complete destruction around us. “My house is destroyed! My mother was dragged out of here by force! And your primary concern is that people at a high-end restaurant thought you got stood up?! You’re worried about your social status while my life is completely burning to the ground?!” Andrew winced slightly, stepping back as the sheer volume of my voice seemed to finally register. He cleared his throat, adjusting the collar of his scuffed jacket, looking thoroughly uncomfortable. “Look… okay, I’m sorry,” he muttered, though his tone was defensive, his eyes darting away from mine. He didn’t look sorry at all. He looked like a man who was simply trying to say the right words to get out of trouble, his mind still entirely focused