Page 58 of Wings of The Wraith
Chapter 12
Dante
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Lord Argon sent meback to the day before Balmora’s village was attacked by the Persians. I appeared to her as an angel.
The minute I told her of her husband’s deception and the need for her to get her children as far away as possible that same blast of power I felt with the guardian occurred again.
Everything turned a luminous red and then I was back in my office in Picchus.
I was back and everything looked the same.
Zeek came inside the room in that awful reptile demon form I hated.
He shifted back to his normal self and smiled at me.
“Boss I am so pumped about this stash. Holy shit are we gonna make the best weapons.” He set the bag he’d been carrying down on the desk and took out a handful of blood diamonds.
I gasped. I was literally right back to a few days ago. At the start.
“Yeah. That will be good.” I replied looking around.
“We’ll be so ready for that mission.” He nodded with excitement.
The other door burst open and Neo came through looking edgy.
I tensed. This was the part where he was going to tell me that some guy was looking for me. It would be Malachi.
But why would he come?
I hoped like hell it would be for another reason. I hoped like hell I hadn’t just messed things up even more. The guardian assured me Balmora wouldn’t become evil, but what if someone else did? Someone else could have and then set off a chain reaction that would propel us right back to square one.
“Someone’s looking for me?” I offered up.
“Yeah, how did you know?” Neo narrowed his eyes at me and smirked.
“Is it a man with golden eyes?”
“Nah, boss it’s a super-hot girl. Where do you get these women from? This one was too nice to be like your usual, so I had to be certain and she said she was sure she had the right address because you said all she had to do was think of you to find you.”
I was out that door before he could even finish.
Alyssa.
My Alyssa.
I’d only ever said that to one person, I just never told her she was the one and only special person who’d have access to me.
I ran into the waiting area and could have cried when I saw her standing by the window.
That long brown hair looked like liquid chocolate, flowing down her back in loose waves.
Her golden skin glistened in the bright Picchus sunlight.
My knees wobbled and my heart soared within my chest.
My girl was alive and she found me.
