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2024-10-29 19:42:56Alyssa
"What is your idea?" I shout at Azrael over the wind, hoping he will hear my voice. My hair is blowing in the wind, slinking into my mouth and forcing me to spit it out.
"This!"
Azrael speeds up, flying higher until we are right above the gigantic bat. His eyes lock on the target, and I shake my head, finally realizing what he is about to do.
"No-no-no!" I warn him. "That is a terrible idea!"
Azrael smiles goofily, fanning my face with his warm breath. "You have a better idea, princess?"
"Anything that doesn't involve trying to tackle him into the portal sounds good—what if we get sucked into it too?"
Azrael rubs his chin. He needs to shave. "I haven't thought about that..."
I roll my eyes. "Figures."
"But I know we can't defeat Fabian—look at him!" Azrael roars. "He is a monster!"
Bitter laughter comes out through my mouth. Fabian is searching for us with his fierce eyes screeching when he catche
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Alyssa I'm rendered speechless after Azrael's spoken words, left staring up into his eyes that gleam brightly. He doesn't need an answer today. Azrael knows to be patient. We have gone through a lot, and yet, my heart is dicing into pieces. I'm not sure if my kind can perform the mating ritual with two people, but it's evident that I want Azrael. Blonde hair is hanging down in thick clusters into his eyes, spiking along the top and giving him that look of having just rolled up from bed. His lips are looking soft, curving as he tilts his head at me, and I have to hold my breath because he smells so damn good. Leaning in to sniff him would be a crime, and resisting will leave me with regret. "Where do you want to start looking for Sleepy?" He asks. I gather myself, cursing my weak brain cells for already having fallen victim to Azrael's charm. He seems to notice the attention and smiles wider when he catches me checking him out. Cockiness doesn't come t
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AlyssaA sense of loss wrecks over my soul the moment feathers of an angel circle in the sky before vanishing into thin air. I'm broken. Azrael gave his life to save me, yet it suddenly feels like I'm dying, drowning in grief. My eyesight is already blurred from all the tears.I still can't believe what happened.Azrael pierced his own heart with his blade.I sit on the mountain, down on my knees, while the sky is clearing up and the portal closes. Nothing is right, and I whimper when Sleepy places his hand on my shoulder. His calloused fingers massaging me are the only thing keeping me from screaming at the world.Did Azrael plan this?Probably.That thought makes it harder to breathe. My chest is constricting, and there is a headache forming behind my eyelids. Scenes are playing inside my head: our meeting in the clearing, the first time I saw him in human form, and him saving me from Arachne, then kissing me. I witness our quarrel,
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AlyssaI stare at Azrael, unable to move because he has hit me with the truth. The strings of my heart are playing a tune of surrender. It's tired of running from the spiraling heat in my chest.And I agree—I can't flee forever. Not when Azrael's eyes are imprinted into my mind. He is like a spreading infection. When he was gone, I couldn't focus. It was like someone had taken all the colors from my eyes and painted the sky black.I was in pain when Azrael was gone, and now he is here—so why can't I just be honest with myself and take what I want? Why am I afraid?I wet my lips. "We should..."I can't finish the sentence. Something unnamed is swelling between us, warm and tender. It gives life to Azrael's eyes, and his features show radiant humor. Does he have to be so beautiful? He gives me sappy butterflies without even trying."We should what?" Azrael is watching me while walking. "Fuck? Because that would be a great idea."
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AlyssaI slowly back away from the large angel. Azrael is glaring daggers at me, and it's making me uncomfortable. Blonde hair falls into his eyes, and his jaw is ticking with words unspoken. I'm not sure what Azrael's intentions are, but they can't be friendly, judging from his angry expression.And I would be a fool to stick around for too long—the angel could harm me with a move on his hand, squish me like a bug.Azrael is scary."Hello..." I lick my lips, trying to find words: his eyes, violet crystal, zero in on me, and it adds pressure. "I've been looking everywhere for you, but uh... Something tells me you don't remember me?""You're wrong." A smile, cruel and cold, seizes his lips. "I remember you, Alyssa. I gave my life to save you and—"I gasp, interrupting his hateful speech. I've never experienced a true mate bond in my entire life, but there is no doubt about it. Flames are dancing in my chest when I lock eyes with A
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