Page 17 of Wings of The Wraith
And this damn corner I’d taken was likeDante’s Inferno. Those two games rolled into one was this place. Except that this was real.
I think...
Part of me still expected to wake up in a mental institution, dressed in that dreadful hospital gown with a straight jacket wrapped around me.
I didn’t know what I’d do if that happened. It was one of my biggest fears.
Losing my mind.
Losing my mind would definitely top losing my heart because if I lost my mind, I knew it would be a struggle to get it back.
Grandma Jessica, my father’s mom lost her mind. But she had dementia. By the time she died she couldn’t remember who any of us were. That was hard for me to get over because I had fond memories of her.
By the time Grandma Elma died I really did think I would lose my mind, because she was my everything and she’d taught me everything I knew. Above all she taught me to believe in myself.
I stopped running and rested my hand on the floral shaped pendant on my necklace.
She gave that to me for my sixteenth birthday. I treasured it.
I gasped and winced when the thing started to feel hot around my neck, and it started glowing white.
What the hell?
I tried to get it off me but the latch wouldn’t budge and the chain couldn’t break free either. Then to my horror it started moving by itself and tried to pull me back the way I’d come.
Then the surroundings around me changed. They changed like I was watching the scene change in a movie.
Instead of the corridor I was in a large hall with mirrors for walls, but...
God, why was the floor moving?
Was the floor moving?
“You’re supposed to be able to walk across that easy,” said a voice. A man.
It was the man’s voice from earlier, but he wasn’t inside my head.
“Don’t need to be inside your head now, but it’s useful, don’t you think?”He spoke in my mind and laughed.
A tear ran down my cheek. I must have definitely lost my mind.
“Don’t think that way Princess, it spoils the fun.” He taunted. His voice sounded everywhere all at once. In my head and outside me, all around me.
Then suddenly he appeared in front of me, frightening me so badly my hands flung up. And, as my hands flung up a blast of black and white light shot from my hands.
It hit him right in his chest, blazing like fire. It should have burnt him, but it didn’t. Instead I watched the flames flicker over his long-sleeved white shirt and fade away.
My eyes met his, hisgoldeneyes.
His golden eyes, which complimented his handsome, handsome face.
His eyes weren’t that color earlier.
“They turn that color when I’m turned on.” He confessed, again reading my mind.
He smiled a wicked sinful smile that didsinfulthings to my body. Then I felt appalled at myself.
The man was an angel. Literally an angel.
