Page 4 of Wicked Heirs

“Oh my God,” I breathed.

Before I could do a single thing, a burst of white light assaulted my senses.

When it died down,sheappeared right in front of me.

Abigail Rose, the great Fallen, a renowned leader of the supernatural world.

Revered among them all.

A hero.

A legend.

My mom.

She took in the situation quickly, looking from the guys to me.

“I felt your expulsion of power, darling.” She came to me and snatched my hands, her stark abilities able to snuff my magic out in moments.

Well, she was absorbing it for me, because I wasn’t equipped to in my current state, as she’d already clearly discerned with her insane level of perceptiveness.

“Are you all right?” she asked, looking me over for any sign of injury.

I stared up at her, her long, wavy white hair cascading down her back, her cobalt-blue pant suit and her designer shoes. A far cry from my appearance and the look I usually went for which was much more of a bohemian edge. Not to mention, my bright-pink hair and my tattoo sleeves.

Another way in which I’d disappointed her by not presenting myself in the sophisticated and dignified way she’d wanted me to.

As her only daughter, I was technically her heir.

In truth, I was nothing but a fallen heir, long ago fallen from grace.

Inept.

Completely wrong for it all.

For her role.

For the supernatural world as a whole.

I just… didn’t fit.

Being half human and half angel really didn’t help with that whole identity crisis deal.

I always thought I’d managed to make peace with it, with choosing the human world, but then something like this happened.

It was actually my third strike now.

Because of those assholes.

“Alena?” my mom pressed, and it had me realizing that I hadn’t answered her, that my mind had been wandering like crazy in my inebriated and shocked state.

“I… I’m fine. Mom. I think… I think I killed them.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Their hearts still beat.”

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