Page 24 of Forsaken Dream
What could the two males have done to creatures coming from the Faerie realm?
Another stabbing pain ripped from my shoulder and shot down my back. I felt my wing dropping low, the bones that held the appendage up breaking. Feathers littered the ground where the shade was grappling with the wing, yanking on it with all it had. My roar turned into a scream, but before I could spin around to cleave the cursed thing, Tyler was there. I could only stare at him with wide eyes.
The gargoyle punched both fists into the center of the creature, and yellow light burst from his clenched hands as he pulled his arms apart and ripped the shade into a puff of smoke. It disappeared with a puff, but he was not done. Whirling around, he tore through the remaining shades like a dervish, fists blazing and face all harsh lines and fury. When he was done, he panted for breath while his eyes searched the area, disappointed when only and empty street met his gaze.
“How bad is it?” The gargoyle’s voice bounced from the houses around us like an avalanche coming down a mountain.
Rolling my shoulder, I had to bite my tongue so I didn’t cry out. “It’ll be some time before it heals. The tendons are shredded, and there are several broken bones.”
“Can you retract it so it’s not seen?” Vaser, still in his true form, asked from a few feet away, not coming closer to the wounded Archangel. That knowledge stabbed me as harshly as the pain from the ripped wing.
“No.” After a few attempts—quite painful ones I might add—I gave up on that idea. “I’ll just glamour it so no human will see it until it heals.”
Vaser gave me a sharp nod, turning in a circle to check the street in case we missed a shade or two. His arms and back were covered in open wounds where the shades had slashed at him. Tyler was the only one untouched on the outside, but it was hard to watch the internal battle he was fighting to calm his rage. Something was wrong with him, but it wasn’t my place to ask so I kept my mouth shut.
A week ago, we would’ve been at each other’s throats trying to see who could kill whom first. Now? I couldn’t force myself to harm them, and it wasn’t easy to see them harmed either. A feeling I had to adjust to, along with so many others thanks to our mate. Despite the pain, that made me perk up.
“Let’s go.” My feet were already moving.
“Did you sense more nearby?” Tyler rushed eagerly behind me, the demon at his heels.
“No, I have an idea on how to get Echo to hear out Vaser so she can understand he never tricked her. That way she’ll forgive him.” Eagerness had me almost running to her house.
“You can’t be serious,” Vaser hissed incredulously. “She’ll kick me out on my ass the second I show up.”
“I have a feeling the archangel has a plan.” Tyler grumbled but kept my pace. “Your demon ways must be rubbing off on him.”
“Was that a joke you grouchy fuck?” Throwing the jab over my shoulder, I had to grind my teeth when the twisting pulled on my broken wing. “It was, wasn’t it?”
Although still struggling with the simmering rage, the gargoyle chuckled and shook his head. A moment later, his form shortened and he transformed to the muscular male I knew. Vaser did too, but doubt was twisting his face so much it looked like he had been sucking on lemons.
“It’s a waste of time,” the naysayer demon mused under his breath.
“Not if you bring me unconscious and bloody to her door asking her for help.” My smile grew when his eyes widened. “It’s not a lie that I’m hurt, and I can feign unresponsiveness for a few hours. You better use the time wisely, my friend, or we are all fucked.”
Tyler out right laughed at my plan, the joyful sound worth losing the use of my wing for a while. Even the incubus had more life in him and pep to his step. I hope I was right and the female couldn’t turn away someone hurt and in need of her help. From what I knew about her, her compassion would assure us entrance into her house. The rest was up to Vaser.
I hope the incubus was as good at talking as he was at fucking.
