“Hey, where’d you go, baby?” giving me his open palm, he waits for me to move first. When I grip his hand, Angel tangles his fingers in my hair and presses our forehead together, grounding me once again.
“I just… what—what if he hates me? What if he wants nothing to do with me? He went through so much because of me… he… he t- took for me a-and what I-if…”
Cutting off my stumbling in the best way, Angel kisses me softly, and I grip his shoulders to hold on to my security. His lips softly caress mine, helping me relax the storm inside me with every peck.
“Nothing like that would happen. If anything, Harvey would be relieved to see you out of that place.”
“You think so?”
I hate that I sound so weak. I don’t want her to win.
I’mnotweak.
“I know so. Take a deep breath and put that frown away from your beautiful face,” Angel reprimands me playfully.
Holding my face in his hands, he takes a few deep breaths with me until he’s sure I’m here with him and not in my head. More reassuring kisses and back rubs later, Angel helps me clean my ruined mascara before starting the car again.
To distract me, Angel asks me to list my favorite memories with Harvey. I can’t help but think how glad I am that he was here to help me before I jumped off the edge into panic land, like I always do.
For the rest of the ride, I recite every good memory I remember with my best friend, and our conversation becomes lighter, like my heart. Before I know it, between Angel’s soft touches and calming distractions, we reach our destination.
The other car is already waiting in the lot, so when I see Angel leave the car, I follow suit. Only when I try stepping out, hands on my shoulders push me back into my seat.
“Noooo, my beautiful idiot, I’m supposed to open doors for you!” Shoving my legs back into the car, Angel closes the door, counting to three before he opens it again.
“Sweetheart,” The weirdo offers me his palm with a cheeky grin.
Myweirdo.
Helping me climb out, Angel covers me so I’m hidden behind his large frame as I fix my dress that’s ridden up.
When ready, I wrap my arms around his and hold it to my chest. If anyone can help me not fall prey to my fear, it’s him. My Angel. My mate.
CHAPTER 14
Follow the chaos
Nevaeh
I‘m in a trance the moment we enter the club. Safely tucked between Angel’s arms, my mate makes sure I’m out of reach for any slimy, grabby hands. Angel doesn’t even let someone brush past me, much less entertain the idea of a stranger touching me. So damn cute.
He is acting like we are behind enemy lines and not in a club where the music is loud enough to make my ears bleed.
You’re telling me people do this for fun?
I can’t even attempt to enjoy the beats and the obnoxious music when it overwhelms my heightened senses in the worst possible manner. Filtering the surrounding sounds, I focus on the heartbeat of my mate and block out everything else.
Scanning the various sorts of supernatural creatures surrounding me, I get why the gates are enchanted. The charmed gates work their magic and stop humans from feeling the desire to turn in this direction.
The warmth of my mate spreads through my back as he leans closer and gestures around the club. “Any idea where to start?”
“Follow the chaos.”
Scanning the large crowd with sweaty bodies swaying and grinding on each other, we elbow our way to the second floor, where the crowd cuts in half.
A commotion is overpowering the ear-splitting music, and I drag Angel behind me, knowing the others will follow. Themoment I come face-to-face with the ruckus, there’s no doubt in my mind who the orchestrator behind this is.
Two women are at each other’s throats, and it’s not just a regular catfight—there’s hair ripping, dress tearing and drinks flopping on the floor. Their makeup is ruined, making them look like angry pandas instead of the cunning pixies they are.
