Page 28 of Wings of The Wraith
The expression on his face brightened and he reached into his pocket and pulled out a crystal. He held it out for me to take. I looked him over and decided to take it.
“What is it?” I assessed the crystal in my hand. In the hollow of it was a light. A white light that flickered as I turned it and held it toward the light that came through the windows.
“Remnants of a star.”
My gaze snapped back to him. “A star? As in astar?”
“Yes Princess. Happy birthday, didn’t get you a present.”
My birthday. God, things like birthdays were so far down my list of importance right now. Although Grandma told me that it was my very birthday that set of this chain of events.
“My birthday.”
“Hey, that’s from one of my prized collections. It’s no mere star, so don’t look at it like it’s lame.”
“I wasn’t.” I cocked my head to the side.
“Well, I don’t know what you’re thinking so I can’t tell if you like it or not with your face like that.”
“I think it’s beautiful. Thank you. No one’s ever given me a star before.” It was sweet, and it was true I’d never received such a gift before, but it was just as weird as everything else.
“And no one ever will.” He declared proudly.
As annoyed as I wanted to be by his silly little remarks, I found them to be the only thing that grounded me. It took away from the crazy reality of the situation that evil beings were after me to use me to harness power from a star, so they could break free a hell god from hell.
Jesus Christ. What the hell?
“You know he really doesn’t like that.” Dante smirked.
“What are you talking about now?”
“Saying or thinking Jesus Christ. He really doesn’t like that. I mean, of course, if you were praying it would be fine. But, outside that, try to keep it to a minimum.”
“You are...so weird. What are you really? I know you have the beautiful wings and everything, but you don’t act like a normal angel.”
He laughed. “So what do you think a normal angel is like?”
“Just not like you. You’re like a rogue priest on crack.” I snapped. “Also, I told you not to read my mind.”
“Apologies princess. There’s a lot for you to learn and take in. I may be an angel by description, but I’m no angel.”
“But isn’t it cool to be an angel? You guard people and guide them on the path of good.”
He frowned. “Been there, done that. Didn’t really get much out of it.”
“How come?” I was talking to him as if I really understood what we were talking about.
“My dear Syph. When I needed good on my side, good never came through for me. So, this is me.Also,” he mimicked my tone and his eyes darkened with desire. “If I were an angel, I couldn’t have sex with you.”
My mouth dropped. “Oh my God.”
“Don’t do that either, unless you’re praying,” he chastised.
I rolled my eyes at him. “You can’t say things like that. What makes you think I’ll be having sex with you?” I didn’t know if I should be livid or embarrassed.
“Princess what makes you think you won’t, besides I don’t just know your thoughts, I know what your body wants too.”
I stood quickly, ready to give him a piece of my mind. He rose too and walked over to me, setting his hands on my shoulders.
