Page 4 of Fallen
“You smell nice.” She motioned me to come closer. “Like cinnamon, and something else.” Her nose wrinkled and she sniffed the air.
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to blink away or speak with her.
“My name’s Anna Sill.” She smiled, revealing dimples in each round cheek.
She was a disgustingly cute kid. I had to hold back a gag.
“What’s your name?”
The kid has no sense of self-preservation.I sighed.Well, she prayed for me, so the least I can do is show her what kind of monster I truly am.
Once she beheld my angelic self, she’d cry herself into a coma and never pray over my wellbeing again.
It will serve the little demon right.
I removed the shadows and spread my wings, peering directly into her pupils, illuminating the room with ether light, giving the area a purple hue.
“I am Lucian. You know, the one you prayed for.” I ground my teeth together.
She didn’t flinch. Instead, she stared at a spot behind my shoulder.
I turned and gave the area a glance. Only white plaster, crumbling and old, graced the wall.
Frowning, I twisted back around and stalked toward the side of the bed to stand beside her.
She should be shivering with fear.
Her head turned to follow my movement, but her eyes didn’t quite match my momentum.
“Are you really the devil then?” she asked, her mouth opening in astonishment or stupidity, it was hard to tell.
I lowered myself to meet her stare, supporting my weight on the balls of my feet and flaring my wings outward, determined to cower the whelp into terror so she’d never bother me again.
Anna didn’t bat an eyelash. Instead, she perked up and cocked her head as if listening to my motions, as if she couldn’t…
I sucked in a breath.
As if she can’t see.
“Do you really have wings like the Bible says?”
I could only nod my head, then realized she couldn’t see the gesture.
Bloody damn fool.
“Yes,” I said, gripping the edges of the mattress.
I should leave right this instant.But if I left before scaring the shit out of her, she might continue to pray for me.
And I just couldn’t have that.
“Can I touch your wings?” Her eyebrows lifted, and she raised her small hand, stretching her fingers as if waiting for my okay.
“I-I suppose.” I turned a bit and pulled my wings closer to my body.
Her fingers searched, only finding empty air.
I moved closer, letting the feathers ruffle against her fingertips.
