The boy had a name.
Miles.
The puzzle pieces were so fractured, disjointed by temporarily stitched memories and faded whims.I needed to think, and I could not think there, with Valory’s thick funnel cake scent and Mercy’s sweet gaze.
I stood, taking two heavy strides away from the bench.Away from them.
“Endor, where are you going?”Val asked, as Mercy cursed behind her about her head splitting.
I didn’t look behind me.My wings vibrated, wanting nothing more than to flex.To fly.To bristle against angel wings and seek out the grace that had poisoned me.
Fucking angels and their innocence.
Fuck them all to hell.
“To get us the hell out of here, Val.What else?”
And with that, I sheathed my wings, making myself visible to the world once more.
The urge to look behind me at Mercy and the pain in the ass angel was damn near overwhelming, and that, in and of itself, was a problem.I wasn’t used to these feelings.In Hell, all I had to manage was myself.
I’d thought such things were a blessing of sorts.I liked my life.Well, I liked itenough, I should say.
How anyone could like slaving away in HAD and fighting off thirsty succubi on a daily basis, is beyond me.But, I digress.
Still, at least then, I didn’t have thisnaggingfeeling, this hunger and ache inside my stomach to turn around, run back to that stupid bench, and wrap my arms aroundbothof them.
The lost soul and the angel.
Just so I could soothe my own tortured self and know they wereokay.
We escaped the fucking wolves, andmy girls were okay.
My lips pulled back in a snarl as I fought against the stupid sentimentality.
Mercy was notmine.
She was a lost soul, and it was my job to persuade her to join my dark side.
And after seeing her light up with that soul-giving energy, I knew more than ever that it was important that I did everything I could to secure Mercy’s body, so that she could make her choice.So that she could make therightchoice.
Problem was, I wasn’t sure what the right choice was.The more I thought about Mercy making that choice, the more it felt like I couldn’t fucking breathe.
Which brought me to the angel.
Valory.
Shehealed me.I told her not to, told her I was fine, but the stubborn angel just couldn’t leave well enough alone.
Her grace...the way it slithered over my feathers, danced along my tattooed flesh...
Fuck if that didn’t feel downright sinful and perfect, and my cock more than noticed.
But it wasn’t about the juice Val delivered as much as it was about her.
Her bright, cerulean eyes that pinned me without chains, her smooth, soft fingers gliding through my feathers, soaking up my crimson blood.
I forced my eyes shut for a moment as I tried to put the truth out of my mind.
