THIRTY SEVEN – DARK, AVENGING ANGEL

MASON

"Sleep, princess. I'll wake you up when we're about to land."

I watch with a strange ache in my chest as Mira burrows further into the pillows. Long lashes form a crescent over her high cheekbones. Beautiful black hair splays over the pillows, giving her the appearance of some exotic Disney princess…or a forbidden female Angel.

She blinks up at me twice, trying to fight sleep, but apparently, she's more tired than she thinks. Before long, her lashes finally flutter closed and she burrows further into the duvet. I stand there like a creep with both my hands tucked in the pockets of my slacks, staring at her.

She's so beautiful, so delicate, so fucking fragile. Touching her sometimes feels like a horrible taboo. No matter how hard I've tried to make up for the mistakes of my past, I feel like I might taint her with my darkness whenever I get my hands on her.

To any normal, right thinking human, that should be a reason to stay away from her, fucking let her go. But I'm not any of