In The Arms of an Angel

Chapter 16: Wise Warnings

Chapter 16: Wise Warnings

I woke up in the morning, feeling my head ache and spin. For a moment there, briefly I thought today was going to be a good day but then I remembered last night. My fingers raised to my lips as I remembered the kiss, remembered the way Logan’s lips felt on mine and the way they tasted, but then my face dropped and I had a sick feeling in my stomach as I remembered those words that will haunt me for the rest of my days; Sentenced to death.

I felt my eyes water and my chest tighten. I have to do something, I had crossed my fingers when I promised him I wouldn’t and for good reason, I wasn’t going to just sit back and let him die, I wanted to save, I would save him. But how? How was I going to get him out of there? I could do it via the law, and give them my testimony as I was his alibi or I could go the more criminal path – that is, break him out of the jail cell but how I was going to do that, I had no idea. Either way, just or in just I had no idea how I was going to do anything.

Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed I numbly made my way over to the wardrobe staked with the numerous gowns that Peter had bought me. I blindly pulled out the deep blue dress that looked light and would be the essayist to put on. It was a deep midnight blue with white lace timings and an inbuilt corset to make my waist look even slimmer and the long sleeves fell off my shoulders, sliding into the dress I let my hair fall down my back in tangles as it started to curl with the lack of attention. I took a deep breath and decided I was going to just hide out in the room until I figure my thoughts out, or at least come up with a plan – although I wasn’t sure how productive it would be to Logan’s cause.

Maybe if I… Nope, that won’t work. How about…. No that will probably get me killed as well. What if I break him out? Yes that could work, he could go wherever it is that Marco ran too to save himself from the executioner… but how would I do that? Naturally I thought about getting my hands on some explosives so that I could blow out the wall but I realized the lack of instruments in that particular plan. Maybe if I get help? Yeah, help that’s what I need. But who the hell could help me, or more importantly who would help me.

The loud knock at my door made me jump and squeal in surprise. My hands flew over my mouth at the girly scream that had already escaped my lips and I quickly rolled my eyes at my stupidness. Pushing myself off of the cushioned love seat at the foot on my bed I wondered over to the door and went to open it but my hand killed its motion as it hovered on the cool metal of the door handle. What if the person behind this door knew something? Maybe they were here to kill me? Wait why would they kill me, I haven’t done anything except kiss a convicted criminal, break into the dungeons – twice – and plan a prison break.

Shaking my head clear of my thoughts I opened the door slightly and peeked around the corner until I saw a tall lanky frame of pale skin and bright purple eyes shining down at me. A smile crept its way onto my face as I opened the door wider for Kyle to come in but he didn’t.

“What are you doing here?” I smiled as I took in his outfit, he was wearing black leather that was almost like a second skin but the material looked oddly flexible, the long pants and sleeves covered most o his skin and even had a hoddie that was hanging back and a utility belt hanging loosely on his waist with a long thin sword against his thigh.

“I came to see how you were settling in of course and I figured after what happened with Logan last night you may need a friend.” He smiled at me. How does he know I know? Maybe I should act dumb.

“What happened?” I said faking a confused face even though I was pained inside. I wanted to trust Kyle and honestly I did and by the looks of things so did Logan.

His face dropped almost instantly. “They didn’t tell you?”

Oh good that wasn’t a test. “Tell me what?”