Page 65 of The Angel's Kiss
“Oh my god,” the girl screamed.
Ugh, this was why I had wanted to go into the bedroom to avoid this moment of hysteria. I released Azazel and took her by her arms as she was backpedaling.
“It’s okay. He’s mine, you don’t have to fear him,” I reminded her. She was on the verge of hyperventilating. As much as I wanted to tend to her, I had to go to Azazel. “Listen, he needs me. Can you let me help him?”
She looked at me, then back to Azazel, and gave me a weak nod. It was enough. I released her and ran back over to Azazel. “What do you need from me?”
He was breathing hard, his face contorted in pain, and I hated seeing him like that. It brought back all of those dreams I had of him being vulnerable. Dreams where I just wanted to hold him. Quickly, I ran to the bathroom for my first aid kit, the one with the potion for healing. I returned to Azazel, putting his head in my lap. “Drink this.”
He turned his head. “It won’t work.”
“How do you know that.”
“Because I’m a demon.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the girl watching us intently, and I knew she was listening to every word spoken. “But you’re my demon,” I told him. “It might work.”
He looked up at me with those hypnotic indigo eyes and I just wanted to protect him... to save him. He had risked his life to save me, he didn't even think twice about it. “What... ahh,” he groaned in pain and I wasn’t going to argue with him.
“Drink it,” I ordered and he pouted, but opened his mouth. I poured it down his throat. The worst it would do would be to make him sick. He swallowed, made a face like a big baby, but he didn’t puke it up. That was a good sign. I watched him carefully for a moments and felt some ease when the color began to return to his gorgeous face. “How do you feel?”
“Better, my wounds... they aren’t as painful,” Azazel said.
I released a sigh of relief. “Good... good.” I nodded, then looked at the girl, because now I knew he would live. Also, the fact that a celestial potion worked on him proved that he was really on our side... my side. Throughout this mission, the more I learned about Azazel, I knew I didn’t have to doubt him anymore. His fight with Michael, the potion, and the fact that I didn’t feel corrupted when we bonded... I knew I could trust him completely. His soul wasn’t evil and that was my main fear. A fear I had no more. I continued to rest his head on my lap asI watched the deep wound in his chest mend back together, the skin knitting as it repaired itself.
“Holy shit, that is wild,” said the teenage girl.
I looked up at her. “Are you okay over there?”
She nodded. “I mean... you two did save me and I have to give you a chance to explain what the hell is going on.” She took a deep breath, then released it. “So, I’m going to stay calm.”
Well, what a mature way to handle this fucked up situation. She looked to be a teenager around maybe fourteen years old. Her long, dark brown hair was in box braids that flowed down her back. Her ebony skin was blemish-free on the surface, but what stood out most to me was her serious expression. Her eyes held knowledge beyond her age. A life lived that no teenager should have ever experienced. I needed to find out more information about her, like where her parents were. She took off her jacket and that was when I finally noticed that she had blood on her arm. The blood was on her arm and her shirt had been cut by something sharp.
“Did they cut you?” I asked her. I needed to know if the demons took her blood.
She shook her head. “This happened when I was fighting my kidnappers. They cut me, but I poked one of them in the eye and he dropped his knife and let me go. But I couldn’t get to the knife before another one of them grabbed me. They brought me there and those demons came. They said they were going to kill me and were laughing about it. That was right before you got there.”
“So, they never touched you?” I asked.
She shook her head. “Not that I know of.”
“Was it just those four demons?” Azazel asked.
She nodded. “They had killed those assholes who’d kidnapped me first and then those motherfuckers were going to come for me.” She shivered and took another deep breath. “Thank you for saving me.”
She reminded me of myself at her age. I could imagine what she was going through at that moment. A fear like no other. I was glad I got to her in time too. “You’re welcome.”
Well, the one demon I knew who had put his hands on her, Azazel killed before he could get anywhere. So, it was safe to say they didn’t take her blood. She had to have been the Chosen One if Saraphell’s heart led us to her where demons were already.
“Here, drink this, it will heal you,” I said. I gave her a potion to heal her wound.
“It’s just a scratch, see?” She rolled up her sleeve so I could see how superficial the wound was.
“I’d feel better if you didn’t have a wound at all. Please, drink it.”
“Does it taste bad? That demon didn’t like it.”
“No. He’s just a big baby,” I joked. I wasn’t too surprised that it didn’t taste good to Azazel. However, I was pleasantly surprised that it worked.
