Page 127 of Dark Angel

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Love and Deceit

“You failed!” Colton snarls at her.

Daisy stands in the abandoned manor in Covent Garden. At least, Daisy assumes it was abandoned with the amount of dust caked on the furniture and the musky, waxy scent lingering.

It’s where Colton brought her and ordered her to remain with him. She won’t leave his side now. She’s completely enthralled by him, wanting to please him in every way possible. She’s fully captured in his gorgeous features, his bare phantom body and dark aura. “Clarence intervened.”

“Because you took too long to kill him!” Colton snaps again.

She doesn’t flinch at his outburst.

He stalks towards her, jaw tight like iron and dark eyes glaring into hers. “We have four more sacrifices to be made. That was meant to be our fourth, and you failed me, Petal.”

“I’m sorry.” Her lips tremble. She doesn’t want to see him mad, especially if it’s her fault.

“You will make it up to me. Make another sacrifice tonight. My power is dwindling the longer you delay. Don’t let me down this time.” He grits out at her harshly.

“I won’t.” She promises.

His finger trails her chin gently, the tip light and airy like a feather. His body still isn’t fully complete, but his touch is beginning to feel realer now. “I should hope not. I don’t like giving second chances.But you, Petal. I need you to do this for me. I am too weak still to kill with my own hands. And I need Uriel’s blade.” He grunts out angrily, pulling on his chestnut hair. “They’re keeping it in the Ascendancy now, so you’ll have to go in and retrieve it for me. My demonic soul can’t enter that hideous place, and that blade is the one thing that can kill me.”

Daisy nods hurriedly. “I will do whatever you need.”

He smirks. It’s feral and dark, but her heart still flutters, nonetheless. Colton sits in one of the deep blue armchairs, rubbing his hair angrily while plucking his glass off of the side table. It’s half filled with a deep ruby liquid. Daisy knows from the consistency that it’s not wine, it’s too thick. Colton brings the glass to his lips and gulps down the syrupy fluid.

“Is that…”

“Blood. Yes.” He simply answers, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. Red stains his blurred skin. “Seraphim blood, to be exact.”

“Oh.”

His tongue sweeps across his bottom lip, soaking up the remnants clinging to his mouth. “It gives me some more strength, but soon I won’t need it. I’ll survive off nothing but dark energy when my powers are fully obtained. Well, I guess I will feed off of the souls I take as well.” His sickly sweet grin reappearing.

Daisy stares at him, stunned for a moment, before giggling like it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard in her life.

She stifles a yawn, her hand covering her mouth as her eyes water. She’s been awake all night and morning. Her body is starting to fatigue.

He looks at her almost in a compassionate way, his grin falling. “You should rest.” Colton says, surprisingly gentler than she anticipated.

She shakes her head at him. “No. I am fine.”

“I can see you drifting off as you stand there. Please. I need you at full strength tonight if we are to make another kill.”

His head nods to the lounge opposite him. It has a blanket thrown over it already and various cushions.

Daisy approaches it, pulling the folded blanket until it’s unravelled. “You made sure to leave me a blanket?” Daisy stares at it, her heart swelling at the thought of him caring for her.

Colton scoffs, “You’re a weak mortal being. You need warmth to sleep.”

“Thank you.” She chimes before falling onto the lounge. Tucking a cushion under her hair, Daisy turns onto her side to watch him. His deep eyes stare into the flickering fire, his empty glass still in his hand as he swirls it around like he’s deep in thought.

“Are you not resting as well?”

His gaze lands on hers from the armchair. “I don’t need it.”

“Oh.”

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