Page 8 of Fallen Angels

“You already know the answer,” I respond, not in the mood to make pointless conversation.

“Do you think he knows she still possesses her angel wings?” he presses.

“How the fuck should I know?”

I’m in a foul mood. I can’t help it. I’m scared for Eilish—I’m worried about what Variant will do to her. And there’s rage inside me towards Variant that I haven’t felt in a very long time—not since I saw him standing on the battlefield beside Lamia, both of them laughing at me.

But, I’m not angry with Variant only. At the same time, I can’t help but feel angry for another reason altogether.

“If he doesn’t realize she’s an intact angel, she might still have a chance,” Cambion continues.

Flumph moans from the ground beside Cambion. He glances down at the sprite and shakes his head. There isn’t anything Cambion can do for him. The creature has been blasted by powerful magic. He either survives or he doesn’t.

“And why the fuck do you think she might still have a chance?” I demand, suddenly hating him for giving me hope. Hope has no place down here in the depths of this shithole. Truthfully, hope died the second we stepped foot in here.

Cambion shrugs. “Eilish is not a threat to Variant if he believes she’s without her wings.”

“Yet, he’s ordered that all angels should be returned to him, even if they possess the marks,” I argue. Marks that prove their wings have been amputated. Eilish possesses the marks but they’re a farce because she also still has her wings.

“If he learns she’s Succubus, she also might have a chance,” Cambion continues.

“How do you figure?” I demand. “Because he fucked Lamia for as long as he did?” Lamia, the Succubus bitch who made my life a living hell for far too long.

“Succubae are powerful,” Cambion argues. “And Variant knows that. If he found out she was Succubus, maybe he’d decide to use her power.”

“Or maybe he’d just decide to kill her faster,” I spit back.

“It was a fair point,” Cambion insists.

“It’s all just hypotheticals,” I grumble. “The only thing we can count on is that not one of us knows what the fuck Variant’s going to do to her.”

I notice with interest that Revenant remains quiet. The fucker.

Cambion doesn’t respond and it’s just as well because his voice causes me to want to shove a pick straight through my ears. But Cambion isn’t the reason I’m so short-fused. No, there’s another reason altogether…

I can still smell Eilish. Her scent hovers in the air, toying with me.

And it’s not just the scent of her skin, her hair, her body. It’s the scent of her wetness, her desire. I already know the sweet perfume of her sex well. And now it haunts me, fucks with my head. I smelled her fragrance from the moment I regained consciousness.

Revenant has had her.

It’s a grim truth but, nevertheless, one I must face.

And I suddenly hate Revenant from the depths of my being. I was never fond of him before, true, but now I can vouch for a hatred towards him that scorches my heart.

He took what was mine.

And he will suffer for it.

“You fucked her,” I say the words to him as if they’re a verdict.

Revenant licks the blood off his fingers as he glances at me with indifference. He shrugs.

He was the last one to have her. And now… Now…

I can’t finish the thought.

“Don’t look so aggrieved, Dragan,” he says with feigned disinterest. “You made it quite obvious that your claim on her was temporary. I only regret not acting sooner.”

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