Page 100 of Touched By Sin
“Angel! Wake up!”
“They can’t save you now.” Amenadiel cocks his head, listening. “Your friends sound pretty desperate, don’t you think?”
“Fuck you!”
“I would much rather hurt you.”
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” I scream so loudly, my throat hurts. Fear trickles down my spine the closer he gets. His dark shirt doesn’t hide Dariana’s smeared blood on his neck and chest, where the buttons have come undone.
“What do I want? It’s easy. I want to peel your skin off your body while lover boy watches on from the other side of the veil. How much damage can I do before he flips? How long until he seeks out my son or me? By then, you’ll be dead.”
Behind me, my wings erupt, flaring beneath the dim streetlights as I bare my fangs with a hiss.
Coming to a halt, Amenadiel raises his brows. He looks amused. “Would you look at that? Your light is already beginning to flicker out.”
My ankles connect with the fountain as I step back. I’m trapped with nowhere to go.
Daemon’s voice filters back through.“Angel, hold on! Ronan, we have to enter through the veil somehow.”
“How? Fuck!”
“I don’t fucking know! We’re running out of time!”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying desperately to center myself. This is my fucking dream, and Amenadiel is an impostor. I’m in control here. Not him.
“Are you ready to die yet, Angel?”
As I open my eyes, I’m met with empty air behind me.
The fountain is gone.
My breath gets caught in my throat as I turn to see the door with its cracked wood and peeled paint. A light flicks on beneath the gap as if someone pressed a switch.
Turning around, I look at Amenadiel, who cocks his head. His eyes travel past me to the door, and he visibly gulps before his eyes harden.
“I think your power resides behind that door.”
I take a step back, closer to the door, and he narrows his eyes. “Angel…”
“Know something I don’t?”
His lips curve into a dark smile. Following me step for step, he clasps his hands behind his back. “All I know is that you won’t find what you’re seeking behind that door.”
You said she can turn away from the Light, but she can’t be apart from the Light. What happens if she turns toward the Light?
“That’s interesting,” I muse, my skirt dragging on the cobblestones while I smile at him. “I think I’ll find exactly what I need behind that door.”
Chuckling, he runs his hand over his beard. “The thing about you, Angel, is that your curiosity will always lead you back here. You can’t escape until you leash your darkness. Orunleashit.” His smile widens and he lowers his hand. “We’re not so different, you and I.”
“Get out of my fucking head!” I hiss.
His cold and cruel laughter lifts the hairs on the back of my neck.
“Fuck, Angel! I can’t lose you! Wake the fuck up!”
Amenadiel’s laughter stops just as suddenly as it started. “Sounds like lover boy is desperate. You have truly wrapped Lucifer’s son around your finger.”
Fast as lighting—faster than I can react—he strikes out with his knife, slashing my arm. Pain sears through me and I stumble back, falling on my ass. The blood pouring from the flesh wound stains my white dress, filling the gaps in the cobblestone. Daemon’s roar cracks like thunder in the sky.
