Page 95 of Never Fall for an Angel

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, and he stares up at me, his eyes fluttering over thick lashes. Steeling myself, I bend down, pressing one soft kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. Just the decrepit gargle of death as his eyes glass over.

I killed him.

Ikilledhim.

“NO!”

I batter at his chest with my hands, desperation clinging to every one of my senses.

This is a mistake. I couldn’t have killed him. He can’tbe dead.

“What are you crying for?”

I shake my head at the evil, awful voice.

It’s not real.

“You did this. Look at me.”

I keep my eyes clenched tightly. Refusing to open them.

I didn’t do this.

“Look. At. Me.”

Sitting straight up on the couch, a scream of fear rips its way from my throat. I fight at the hold of the hands reaching for me, panic slipping through my veins like venom.

“Mila.”

Strong arms hold me against a warm chest, a hand coming up under my chin to force my eyes to look up into two deep blue ones.

“You’re here.”

Leather, whiskey, and the forest fill my senses, a sense of calm washing over me like a bucket of ice water.

He’s not dead.

My hands shake as they roam over him, but there’s no blood.

A dream. It was another fucking dream.

Angrily, I shove away from Christian, rising from the couch. It’s the middle of the day and I’m stuck in my own brain. The nightmare still clings to the edges of my mind, burrowing it’s way in deeper until I can’t escape.

“I need a drink,” I grumble, storming towards the stairs.

“Mila.”

Christian’s footsteps are heavy on the staircase behind me, but I don’t stop. I’m in no mood to explain what that dream was about, nor do I want to think about it.

Crossing the living room, I head straight to the liquor cabinet hanging on the wall and pull out his precious bottle of whiskey, popping the cork off and putting the bottle to my lips for a drink.

Only it’s ripped away before I ever get the chance.

“Stop,” I grit, whirling on Christian only to find him shoving the cork back in the bottle and placing it back in the cabinet.

“What we’re not going to do is drink.”

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