“Those bastards are going to die a painful death.”
The promise in his voice makes memelt. For someone who hates unnecessary violence, Angel is willing to kill for me. That’s…so romantic.
“We can kill them together!” I beam. “But you said you were taking me out for a drive and fast food. Let’s do that first.”
Angel chuckles, his thumb brushing my smile. “Mhm… go get ready. I’ll take you.”
“You’re here to make sure I don’t get lost again, aren’t you?”
“I’m not admitting to anything.” Angel grins, nudging me towards the closet. Before I can shut the door, he slips something into my hands.
“Another one?” I hold another one of his hoodies to my chest, praying he can’t hear how fast my heart is beating. I don’t think the poor man has any left in his wardrobeanymore.
“Last one, sweetheart. Seriously, you’ve got to stop stealing from me.”
“You gave me the first three of your own free will.” I shrug.
“What about the other five?” He points to the shelf in my closet stacked with his hoodies.
I casually close the door with my foot so he can’t see what else I stole from him. “August did that. He loves hugging me when I wear your clothes, sohetook them from your closet and left them here. Strange kid, I tell you.”
I shriek, dodging Angel’s arms before he can catch me and lock the closet door. His laughter thunders behind me, and when I peek through the crack in the door, his head thrown back, looking as sinfully gorgeous as ever.
I glance in the mirror and slowly turn, taking in the raised marks on my thighs and calves. Usually, I’d hide them, but after Angel saw them without so much as a flinch or a frown, I feel a little more confident.
I admit it bothers me a tiny bit when other people gawk at them, but here in this penthouse, I’m around my mate and friends, and they’ve always made me feel welcome to be myself.
Maybe it’s time I stop hiding this part of myself from them. I can’t control what happened to me, but Icancontrol how much power I give it.
Pulling a soft black hoodie over my head, I pair it with black shorts that nearly disappear beneath it.
When I step out of the closet, Angel groans, covering his mouth with his fist as his eyes sweep over me with a look I’ve never seen before. Before I can ask what’s wrong, he storms towards me and pulls me into his arms.
“Fates, are you trying to kill me? How am I supposed to share you with the world when you look likethis?”
Mr. Sunshine has suddenly turned into Mr. Grumpy Pants.
Angel drops his head into my shoulder, kissing my neck like his life depends on it. He is lucky I have such a strong Divine, orhe would’ve broken my back with how he is leaning on me.
“Okay, cuddly bear, I like you a lot, but I’m not missing out on fried food just because you don’t want to share me.” I rub his back like he does to comfort me and kiss his cheek twice.
Angel reluctantly lets me step back and lead him toward wherever the fuck our dining room is supposed to be. He keeps grumbling until I distract him by asking if he wants to cuddle tonight, since it helps me sleep better, and suddenly, he’s very eager for the day to be over.
It’s nice to know last night was important for him, too. I don’t think I can spend a night without his arms wrapped around me ever again.
12. Kissing makes us official, right?
Nevaeh
Inever thought I’d love driving around in a car this much. I’ve always been a horse girl, but there’s something freeing about aimlessly driving around a sparkling city with thunderclouds trailing us.
Rolling down the window, I relish the cool breeze, damp with tiny droplets of rain, kissing my face.
With every turn, Angel tells me a new story of Seiji wreaking havoc in the human realm, or that time Hazel stabbed someone who poor Grace had to patch up, while profusely apologizing for her friend’s feral behavior.
I watch the sparkle in his eyes and the goofy grin that never fades as he tells me those stories. I’m starting to think Angellikesdamage control if none of these disasters made him lose his shit.
I’m busy committing Angel’s essence to memory when he pulls into the drive-through of my favorite fast-food place. My heart soars when he rattles off my order without needing to ask, and I bite my tongue before I do something stupid like jump across the console to kiss him.
