Page 94 of Dark Angel

Jordan’s hands fall to his sides as he considers her, not saying a word.

She wipes her nose with the sleeve of her sage dress. “I think I have that blade.” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“You have it?” his forehead crinkling in response.

“I think my mother left it for me. It’s the blade I have been using. I can feel how much power it has. It’s almost frightening how strong it is. My mother in the vision seemed to know Uriel. That’s his blade. But why would my mother know Uriel, the Archangel? And how did she leave me the blade she disappeared with?”

Jordan rubs at his temple as he thinks, “You said you’re a descendant of Uriel. Your blood is his. That means that one of your parents would have been as well. Do you think Tessa was Uriel’s daughter?”

Shaking her head, Kora rushes out. “How could she be? If she’s his daughter, I don’t think she’d be a Seraphim then. Wouldn’t she be considered something higher than that?”

“If you’re a Pure Angel, then she must have been one too.”

“And Clarence?”

Jordan shrugs nonchalantly. “Perhaps he’s something else as well.”

Kora lets out an inaudible sigh of frustration and exhaustion, her hand rubbing at her forehead. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”

Jordan considers her for a moment, feeling the weight on his own chest. He can’t even begin to imagine how she must be feeling.

Without a word, Jordan pulls her towards him. His strong sun kissed arms wrap around her, enveloping Kora in his scent and tenderness.

Kora’s eyes shut as her breathing stabilises. Her nerves settling as if his body is shielding her from every impending and overwhelming thought. She leans her forehead against his sturdy chest, inhaling his cologne gently. Kora’s getting used to this feeling of being wrapped up in him, and she greedily never wants the feeling to end, to be eternally held in the safety of his arms.

Jordan's chin gently dips to kiss the crown of her hair before resting his jaw on her.

They remain likes this until Kora is respiring softly again. Noise from downstairs floats up to them as Jordan is silent around her. Kora can hear the steady beating in his chest, his energy reaching out to hers.

Jordan breaks the silence between them after a few long minutes. “I think you should seek out Uriel yourself.”

32

Blood Offering

Charles reaches the docks early in the morning, the wooden crate safely in his arms.

The market is still rather quiet. Some merchants are busy setting up their stalls while others are catching another wink of sleep before the sun rises higher, and the market floods with Marked ones. It’s a dreary morning yet again. Storm clouds are rolling in from the west, darkening the already dim atmosphere. Spires from the towering buildings disappear into the low grey cloud coverage.

A rhythmic crashing of water on the edge of the River Thames sounds gentle and calming to Charles. He walks through the market walkway, dodging a few vendors while heading straight for Emmett’s familiar stall.

He nods to some merchants he’s dealt with in the past, a few men tipping their hats to him in respect.

Charles comes to the docks on a weekly basis, often to hear the news about the other supernatural kinds to report back to his father. Anything from Spellcasters using forbidden dark magic to Shifter packs battling for a new alpha.

Charles chose to dress in his regular, Mortal clothing today, needing nothing more than to blend in with the rest of the patrons. A brown fitted shirt under suspenders holding up his dark trousers. It’s what most creatures wear to the docks. He’d stand out too much in his fighting leathers.

The crate of pints is somewhat heavy, splintering his skin every time it threatens to fall from his grasp.

Charles sees the familiar green tent of Emmett Talslot, the metal barrel out the front lit with flames that emit purple smoke into the air. Emmett stands beside it, hovering his hands out over the fire. As Charles nears, he sees that Emmett is, in fact, fuelling the fire with flames he can summon through his energy.

“So that is what you actually use your powers for? Warming your extremities.” Charles jokes as he comes to a stop beside the Elemental.

Emmett lets out a booming chuckle, “Good to see you again Charles, and right on time again, as usual.” Clasping his hands together in happiness.

“We have fifteen pints for you this time.”

Emmett’s blackened eyes widen, and his bright red brows rise on his forehead in delightful surprise. “More than last time, you are ambitious, aren’t you? Step into my stall.”

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