Page 77 of Live Like Legends

I chuckled to myself as I noticed him flexing his fingers out, clearly thinking about what I said.

Two sentries were at the large door to the prison and I heard Reese suck in a breath. He cleared his throat as we settled in front of them. “I’m just bringing another one in for Ariel.”

The sentries glanced down at me. One of them stepped closer, kneeling down to get closer to my face. “Demon?” He asked, eyeing Reese.

The blonde angel nodded. “Yup, thought it would be nice for Ariel to find two of his problems in a cell down here.”

The sentry not invading my personal space spoke next,“Aren’tyouone of Ariel’s problems?”

Reese rolled his shoulders. “Yeah, that was before, but like I told the sentries at the front gates, I’m not trying to end up here, so can I please take my prisoner to a cell?”

The sentry with his face in front of me, pressed his finger into my cheek. “She looks harmless.”

I let a growl radiate from my throat and I opened my mouth, snapping my teeth together just shy of his finger. He reared back, pressing his hand against the door quickly. I heard it creak open, a gust of smoke blew out near my face.

The sentries let us go past them, but they followed us in, closing the door behind them.

Reese glanced over his shoulder. “Oh yeah, I don’t need you to come with us. I got this.”

The one who got in my face tilted his head at me. “Yeah…I think we need to make sure this one stays in line. Vicious thing, aren’t you?”

The blonde angel snickered. “You arenotwrong.”

“Hmph. Keen observation. Get in my space again and I’ll rip your face open with my teeth, crunch your bones into dust and drink every last drop of your blood until you are nothing more than useless flesh. Soyes, I am very, very vicious.”

Reese let out a nervous laugh, pulling me closer to him. His voice carried to my ear, whispering, “Cool it, you psycho.”

I looked up, giving him the most charming smile I could muster. He rolled his eyes, ignoring the horrified expressions of his fellow angels. He turned around, tugging on my arm.

“Do it now, Blondie or I swear I’ll shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll be afraid to take a shit for the rest of your life.”

He huffed, slowing his pace. Reese casually reached into his jacket, pulling out the glass ball of the sleeping liquid. I looked behind me, watching as the sentries kept their eyes on me, but also kept their distance.

Smart.

I saw Reese tighten his grip on the ball and then we stopped walking. The rest of the hallway and numerous doors to my left and right lay ahead of us, but we had halted.

“Sorry guys, but I have a best friend to spring,” Reese announced before he slammed the glass sphere onto the ground, watching as it shattered into a million tiny little pieces.

The liquid inside instantly morphed into green smoke. It became bigger and thicker as it continued to grow. The smoke curled and ran along the stone floor, nearly encompassing the entire Ethereal Bastille in minutes.

I practically gagged when Reese placed his hand over my face, shielding my mouth and nose from the smoke. Natalia had spelled us so we wouldn’t be affected by it, but Xander had told us to try and not breathe it in directly if we could help it.

We watched as the sentries tried to dart towards us, they tried to yell for help but their movements were slowed and their eyes got droopy. They stumbled on their feet and eventually collapsed to the ground with a thud. It was amusing watching them drop like insignificant entities. I heard more thuds and groans as more angels succumbed to Xander’s spell.

The smoke started to clear and I needed to get Blondie’s fucking hand away from me. I stuck my tongue out and licked his palm. He awarded me with a hiss and disgusted expression.

“Ew, ew, why?” He pulled his hand away, shaking it vigorously.

I motioned to my wrists. “Get me out of these things.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What’s the magic word?”

“Now.”

He rolled his eyes, using his own magic to release me from the handcuffs. Once they were off, I twisted my wrists. He started to speak, but on instinct I slapped him across the cheek.

He stumbled back, holding the side of his face. “What the fuck was that for?”

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