Page 103 of Wings of Death

After slipping into the gown, I towel my hair off and apply some makeup, which just so happens to be available on a dresser in Kyle’s room. No surprises there. I watch him in the mirror as he dresses in a black tux, and my breath catches at just how handsome he is. Growing up, I was taught about finding your mate, about what to expect, what it will feel like. But nothing can prepare you for the reality of it. The immense emotions it will trigger and how settling it will be to find them.

That sudden jolt of electricity that courses through your body when your eyes meet. That magnetic pull you will feel toward one another, the longing to touch them, to be close, always, is all-consuming.

I feel that way for Kyle. My heart knows as well as my mind does that he is my fated mate. For us to become mates and seal the mating bond will involve further intimacy with Kyle, something I am looking forward to exploring.

As if sensing my thoughts, his eyes find mine, and he shoots me a cheeky grin. I swallow hard, closing my eyes as I shakemyself and refocus on my makeup. Being officially bonded to one another as mates will allow us a deeper connection, one we will feel even when we are apart. He will be able to feel me, and I him, on a spiritual level. It is the most sacred of bonds, and I can’t imagine being mated to any other male.

I stand up to view myself in the mirror. The green of my dress matches my eyes and looks good with my blonde waves, which are almost dry, thankfully. Kyle steps in behind me and snakes his arms around my waist.

“You look stunning,” he says and plants a kiss on my cheek.

I spin around in his arms and kiss him gently. “Shall we go?”

He links his fingers through mine, his gaze scanning my body. “If we have to.”

I playfully swat his arm and laugh as we walk to the door. Kyle leads me through the castle, and I once again stare in awe at the gorgeous topaz walls and seashell detailing that flows along the corridors. It takes about five minutes before we reach a set of high double doors. Two guards stand outside the doors wearing gold and deep-blue leathers. They open the doors for us, and my lips part as I look around the feast room in amazement.

The room is vast with pale-blue walls and a gorgeous carved wooden table in the centre that appears to seat about twenty angels. There’s a large spread fit for a king, with more food than I think I’ve ever seen before. A low growl rumbles in my stomach as I survey the food.

Kyle leads me into the room where several angels gather in groups chatting near the side of the room. I spot two keepers walking around with golden trays carrying bubbly, and Kyle snags us a glass each as they pass by.

“Cheers,” he says, clinking his glass with mine.

“Cheers.”

The glass is gorgeous with the shape of a seashell near the base, matching the beachy theme throughout the castle.

Kyle’s mother, Zeta, approaches us. She’s wearing a deep-blue gown with a sheer gold layer of fabric draped over the top. Her hair is braided and clipped into a bun with several loose dark curls framing her face.

“Hello again,” she says and gives me a kiss on the cheek.

“Hi. This room is beautiful, and this feast,” I say in awe.

She glances at the table. “Ah, yes, we have quite the team of keepers here in the castle. They are known for their feasts. I do trust you will enjoy it.”

Zeta embraces Kyle, and I can see the affection she holds for him. It warms my heart knowing she has her son back, and it makes me curious whether he has any siblings. We haven’t actually touched on that subject yet.

I glance at the door to see more angels have arrived, and there are now about thirty of us here. I guess the table fits more than I thought.

I spot Em in the corner wearing a stunning strapless silver dress that hugs her curves and flows down to the floor, with her burgundy hair up in a messy bun. She’s chatting away to a handsome male angel, and her piercing blue eyes land on mine. She whispers to the male, and he looks my way too.

And then I notice other angels are also looking at me. Heat rises in my cheeks as I move closer to Kyle. He glances around, then leans in toward me.

“Don’t worry about them,” he whispers. “My parents will give a small toast and explain the situation.”

“Do you know all these angels?” I ask.

He looks around the room before settling his eyes back on me. “Some are family. Some are friends,” he explains. “I will point out who is who.”

Kyle does his best explaining who everyone is, and I’m interested to find he appears to be an only child. He has two uncles and an aunty here, as well as two cousins. They all beara striking resemblance to one another, and it’s obvious they’re family. If Kyle hadn’t told me, I would have likely guessed. The rest of the angels are close friends of his parents, and it makes me wonder if he has any childhood friends he has reconnected with. Other than Em, of course.

Em crosses the room, heading our way, and I take a long sip from my glass. She embraces Kyle in a hug, taking her time as she squeezes him against her body. Her touch sends a pang of jealousy coursing through me, and I clear my throat while she moves back, shooting me an annoyed glare.

“Zarla, hi again,” she says in a cheerful but fake voice before giving me an awkward hug.

Kyle threads his fingers through mine, no doubt sensing my jealousy, and kisses me on the cheek.

Zeta spots Em and hurries back over, and then she pulls her into a hug. “Em, sweetheart, I’m so glad you could make it.”

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