Page 93 of Angel Lost

“Just like that?” He narrows his eyes.

“I mean it. I ascend, and you stay safe,” I say, and Kai frowns. “I mean, you keep your sister safe…”

He offers me a cautious smile. “Okay.”

He’s right. I can’t risk my ascension.

I can’t risk their lives.

Chapter Thirty-three: Lorelei

Not in his room. Not in the common room. Not answering his phone. All damn week he hasn’t answered my messages. Now I’m finally back, can speak to him face-to-face, and he’s a ghost rather than an angel. Now I have some kind of weird lust-filled truce going on with Farrell, the need to reconcile with Zephyr feels even more important.

He’s not even read my message saying I was sorry, again. Saying I’m back on campus. I copy the same message, post it in the group chat.

Ali-G Chat

Lorelei: Just back on campus. Coming to find you, Zephyr. How can I make it right?

Nothing.

Lorelei: Guys? Anyone know where I can find Zephyr?

Farrell has changed user Lorelei’s tag to The Brilliant Bal

The Brilliant Bal: Wtf Farrell?

Farrell: He’s with me. I’ll talk to him. He’s gone all hippie-dippie about phones affecting his energy. He’ll barely touch his in case it impacts his chakras or something. Come past my room.

Farrell has changed user Zephyr’s tag to ZanyZephyr

I snort back a laugh. Thank Hecate Zephyr can’t see me.

The Brilliant Bal: Change them back, FuckwitFarrell.

As I reach the bottom of the ancient stone steps, the double doors of the dorms explode outward. A glowing white maelstrom surges forward.

“Zephyr!” He halts, mid-stride, halfway down the steps.

“Hey, Z, I came to apologize.”

Zephyr glares from two steps above me, his sea-green eyes sparking with anger. “No need. Apparently, I’m in the wrong. Or at least it doesn’t matter what I think. Farrell is delighted.”

I shuffle up to stand beside him. “What? By me being a bitch to you?”

The hardness around his eyes softens a little. “No, idiot…your thingy with the hada. It was quite impressive.”

“Uh, thanks?” I touch his arm. “I’m serious, Z. I shouldn’t have said what I did. I didn’t think—”

The doors smash open again, and Farrell stands at the top of the steps, silhouetted by the golden light spilling out behind him, his russet curls seemingly ablaze. For a moment the air leaves my lungs. His broad frame fills the doorway, his suit fitting him perfectly, hugging his shoulders. But it’s his eyes that hold me—sharp, intense blue, and piercing.

Zephyr snorts, yanking his arm from my grip. “Don’t worry about it, Lorelei, you’re not the only one who doesn’t care about my feelings.”

He stalks off down the cobble path, his angelic aura throbbing a cold white around him.

Shit.

I pad after him, but Farrell catches my arm. “I need to talk to you.” He glances over his shoulder, dropping his voice. “I need to talk to you about the rebellion.”

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