Page 104 of Lourdes & the Mafia
I still feel that way.
And I wonder if touching her would fulfill it.
Maybe it’s just her.
Because when she worried for me, I felt something in my chest, something that made me whole.
And I want more of that.
Ridiculous, foolish notions when we can’t even fucking touch.
Right after Lorenzo healed us in his depressing funeral valley, we whisked our way home to lay Ramiel up in his room.
Since, Lourdes has not left his side, even if he has yet to awaken.
She sits on the mattress next to him, pressing her hand to his forehead, to his cheeks.
What must it be like, to be touched so freely?
I’ve never hated my brothers, but in that moment I felt jealous of Ramiel and Lorenzo like I’ve never felt before.
I stand off to the side, glowering at the scene. She speaks to him in low tones, pleading with him to wake up.
Bastard.
If it was me on that bed, I’d battle my way through the darkness just for the sound of her voice alone.
Romantic, foolish fucking notions.
“Ramiel.” His name is all but a sigh on her lips and it infuriates me.
I finally step forward, after hours of merely observing, and slap my hand against my brother’s thigh.
“Fucking wake up already,” I growl. “She’s getting fucking annoying in her ministrations.”
I hate that I want to be in that bed instead of him. To be touched and fawned over. It’s driving me to madness.
Lourdes shoots me a glare. “Leave him alone,” she hisses unkindly. “He’s been through a lot.”
“When you live as long as he has, you go through a lot. This is nothing new.”
That’s a lie.
Yes, we have been through a lot, but nothing on this scale before. I don’t need him to wake up to know what that light protruding from his chest was. The light and magic of a fallen angel.
I know, because Ramiel himself is one.
An angel of death, ruler of the Underworld.
He controls the balance, reaps the souls to his liking, and we end them off and dole out punishment.
Together, we are death.
It has been far too long since an angel last fell. Surely we would have heard about it? But we didn’t; we didn’t know a damn thing. That worries me, and I don’t want Lourdes worrying either.
Because it won’t be easy when she finds out that it is a fallen angel who has been after her this entire time.
Someone as powerful as Ramiel. More powerful than Lorenzo and I combined.
