Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 44

Bella's P.O.V.

I am in a dream, I have to be, otherwise I have to relearn everything I was taught. Lucien is an ANGEL! He's got wings! What the fuck am I doing here? I never believed in Heaven or Hell before, but now I'm touching a literal deity! His wings are beautiful, they have a golden aura around them, and suddenly the only thing I want to do is put my face in his feathers and breathe in his divinity. I try to determine how his wings are attached to his back, but I am unsuccessful, they are too large to get through. Where does he keep them? Are they heavy? Can he actually fly? I have SO many questions, each one that forms is followed closely by another, more pressing one. When he groans, I remember from my AP biology class that birds have hollow, delicate bones. Is he like a bird? Could I have been too rough and accidentally hurt him? He tells me he's fine, but I'm not so sure I believe him, so without relinquishing my hold on his wings, I walk in front of him to look him in the eye.

Now I understand why he was groaning. I make a valiant effort to ignore the bulge in his pants, so I change the direction my mind is heading before I do something to interrupt the conversation we are having, and, I realize, need to have. "I'm the only person who has ever seen your wings?" I ask, finding that next to impossible to believe. He shakes his head, tells me I'm the only one who has ever touched them. What?? Then why is he letting ME touch them? I don't know if I'm being too rough or perhaps my touch is ticklish...I'm floundering here, and I dare anyone to feel differently when presented with such an anomaly. Then I ask the obvious question, "Why?"

He looks down at me, his beautiful blue eyes shining. He is so incredibly attractive, and now I know why...he's an angel. Ok, stop and get a grip girl. This Lucien, who only a moment ago was just the gorgeous guy from Pigeon Forge High School who can literally have any girl he wants. I do a mental face slap...what the Hell am I doing here? He is so out of my league, and I cannot imagine what he sees in me. My insecurities start tumbling over one another, pushing to the surface. I start to feel as if all the joy and amazement I felt a moment ago was being poisoned out of me.

I'm brought out of the rabbit hole I started digging when I hear him repeat my question. "Why hasn't anybody touched my wings?" he asks, looking like he is deep in thought. "I don't know, everyone in my family, except my mother, has them. I have no desire to finger through their wings, so why would they want to touch mine?"

I shake my head. "No, I mean, why are you letting me touch them?"

His gaze turns gentle. "I told you before. You mean a lot to me. I want you to touch me, and feel comfortable doing it," he says simply. I can feel his words caress something that was cracked in my subconscious. The candid statement begins to bind the fissures of my broken soul together, filling in the empty gaps that have been my constant companion since that fateful night three years ago. I suddenly realize this incredible man has started the slow process of rebuilding something in me I never thought would heal.

"Oh Lucien," I sob, grabbing the front of his shirt, my eyes stinging as I battle the tears that want to fall at his admission. His comforting arms come around me immediately, and then the most amazing thing happens. I find myself engulfed in feathers...he's embracing me with his wings!