Page 159 of Wings of Lies
I ground into my cheeks, squelching my next scream and battling my flames, biting into my flesh so hard it was a wonder I didn’t break through to the other side. Agony. Pure agony. Tears streamed out of my eyes as fast as the blood out of my leg, and I didn’t know if my accidental surge, the blood loss, or both caused my shaking.
If he continued this, it really would only be minutes.
He eyed all the blood dripping down my leg, looking indignant. It tickled the backs of my legs, spreading onto the table. “You’d think with half of your disgusting power, you’d heal faster than this. I have other fun things I want to do to you.”
Fun?
I let the silent tears roll, staring into the dim lighting, thankful my mom wasn’t awake for this. My heartbeat wildly out of control, pounding in my leg. Each heartbeat forced my blood to ooze out, adding to the blanket of red in which I lay. But he didn’t hit any major arteries. That’d put an end to his game too soon.
“First question. What do you remember of your past?” He circled me like a shark. White armor glinted with each step.
“Everything.”
At that, he appeared relieved and very eager. He couldn’t very well receive the answers he desired without my memories.Overzealous psychopath.
“What are you?”
“I don’t know.” After my dream-walk, I finally figured out who my biological father was.But what did that make me? A born angel or something else?
The dagger dove in my peripherals, slashing open the flesh of my arm. I shrieked, holding back my power but letting it build. Searing pain traveled up my shoulder from how deeply he cut. Then I received another just as deep. I ground my teeth together, muffling my scream by forcing myself against all my chains.
“I told the truth!” I whimpered, automatically tensing, readying for another slice.
“Tell me what you are! What hell dimension did you come from?” he spat.
“I didn’t come from any dimension, you sick bastard!”
“That’s not goodenough!”
“Let my mom go, and maybe I’ll give you more.”
Wrong answer.
The dagger sawed through. Black specs threatened to swallow me from the agony of each tug that carved through the meaty part of my thigh. The wet sound of my flesh made me cough on my vomit. I fought to keep it from my lungs, gurgling it up and onto the metal table. It pooled with my blood, then dripped off the edge inches from Michael’s white boots.
SMACK!
My head whipped to the side.
Damn it!That was my opportunity to attack him. But between the agony and creeping numbness, it was hard to stay focused and hold onto my power.
But I couldn’t give up.I had to fight for my mom.
“You almost dirtied my shoes with your impurities. Who knew your mother raised such a deplorable, disgusting wimp?” He circled to the other side.
That word. That damned word. I had every memory of when he said it—his favorite endearment. I let my Infernus feed off my anger and held the flames just below the surface of my skin, ready to piss him off again. If it didn’t work, I’d get sliced, but if it did, maybe I could freeze him solid.
“What are you hiding, disgusting little wimp?”
I smiled through the pain, blinked spots out of my eyes, and then lied. “Nothing.”
“Stop lying!”
His hand came flying toward my cheek. I didn’t flinch or move, and the moment his skin slammed against mine, sending my face into my puke, I released my Infernus in a rage.
Ice devoured his hand and raced up his arm with fierce intensity, consuming everything in its path until it reached his neck. I smiled, triumphant, but my expression faltered as the ice began to slow, its advance stalling while dark spots swam into my vision.No, no, no. Come on!
Michael hissed, and a pulse resonated as his Glory erupted, coating his uniform and melting my attack. “You think you can go up against an Archangel? You think your demonic powers have any sway over us?” he bellowed. “Who is your maker?”
