Page 91 of Touched By Sin
What the fuck?
Chasing after them, I pull on Daemon’s arm, but it’s like trying to move a tank. “Where are you going?”
Alaric answers for Daemon, “Since you won’t tell us, we’ll beat the answers out of the teacher.”
I fall behind and my eyes widen with panic. I run after them again, launching myself at Daemon’s back like a spider monkey. It’s not fucking easy to cling on when his wings are so damn huge.
“Don’t touch him!” I growl through a mouthful of feathers.
Reaching behind him, he lifts me off and sets me to my feet like I’m nothing more than an annoying little child. Then they set off walking again, parting the sea of students like Moses.
“I asked about my dreams,” I shout, and they draw to a halt.
Daemon turns back, shoving me up against the lockers and trapping me in. I can’t see past him, he’s so big. “What did he tell you?”
“Nothing of great importance.”
He slams the locker so hard that I startle. “Tell me the fucking truth.”
My eyes burn with hot tears. I’m vibrating with anger. “He said my mind is bleeding into this reality.”
“What else?”
“The veil is torn.”
Growing still, he pushes off the locker and turns to Ronan. “If the veil is torn, someone powerful enough can enter through, right?”
Why does he have to be both big and smart? Could he not have muscles and a peanut brain? It would make my life easier right now.
Ronan nods slowly. “The only angels powerful enough are—”
“My father and uncle.”
“An animal attacked me!”
Ignoring me, Daemon slams his hand over my mouth to shut me up. “So if my uncle can step through the veil…”
“He’s the one who attacked her,” Ronan finishes for him.
Fucking, annoying dickheads. I tap Daemon’s hand on my mouth, but the boys keep talking like I’m not here. Beside me, Alaric smirks, nudging my shoulder with his. To the others, he says, “Maybe we should listen to what the lady has to say.”
Tensing up, Daemon grinds his molars and lowers his hand. “Let’s hear it then.”
“Mr. Kozlov pointed out that he thinks my power lies behind the door. That’s what we should focus on. Not your uncle.”
Students hurry past when the boys laugh. My comment wasn’t that funny, but it sure sounds like it.
“So, what do you suggest, Angel?” Daemon asks, leaning next to me on the locker, his ankles crossed. “Should we do nothing and let Amenadiel attack you in your dreams? What’s to stop him from killing you?”
Rolling my eyes, I walk away, calling out over my shoulder. “It was an animal, Daemon. You’re being paranoid.”
“It’s cute when you lie,” he says, following closely behind. I try to pretend I’m not affected by his six-three height and two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle build.
“It doesn’t change the fact that I’m going to kill him.”
I halt in my step and turn around. It’s a big mistake, because now I’m staring at his chest and the black T-shirt that stretches tight over his pecs. I crane my neck to peer up at him. “Why won’t you listen to me? It was an animal. I won’t let you break a contract and put Hell at risk because of your enormous ego. Amenadiel is an ancient Fallen Angel. You can’t defeat him.” I poke him in the chest to emphasize my point, and as soon as I fall silent, he looks up from my finger and grabs my wrist.
“What I do is none of your business.”
