𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐔𝐁 | acotar

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Stella had only drunk once, and as you can guess she despised it.

Well that is not entirely true. She loved it, and all the sensations that rippled throughout her body during the course. Being drunk made her feel vigorous, without a care. Pleasurable.

The only part that she did not enjoy was the aftermath of it all. The confusion of not knowing what occurred the night of and the morning hangover. I mean, who feels like cleaning their own mess when they are puking. Throwing up isn't sanitary.

So when she woke from being unconscious, she was in a daze. Her head was pounding against her skull, and she did not recall drinking last night, or for that matter retiring to bed. And why was she naked under chilled sheets? She could barely open her eyes, and when she did she saw them. She froze as memories came flooding in a chaotic manner. Three outlines of whatever, whoever was in her home last night were standing at the foot of her bed. She quickly closed her eyes back. Her breathing had picked up, and she tried to hide the terror in her face as she played dead. Maybe if she faked being deceased they would somehow leave.

"She's awake." A male's voice lowly spoke. Stella could hear the boots hard against the soft carpet. Someone was getting closer to her. She trembled.

"Are you faking dead girl?" A sharp woman's voice cuts out. It was too far to be the one who was beside her. "Be careful, death may come sooner than you assume. We have no time for these games."

Out of curiosity Stella peeked from her eyes and was met with brown ones staring at her. She was shocked at his striking face. But behind him is what frightened her the most. Why did this man have wings? Why was he so close to her?

She let out a shriek. Making sure to hold on to the sheets that covered her she kicked the man as hard as she could away from her. He did not move from the impact but she kicked, kicked until she could kick no more; Until she had kicked herself from the small bed. She landed with a loud thump but stayed on the grounds, watching the three strangers feet. She felt more safer this way, where she couldn't see the wings. Maybe if she could get her hands on a weapon. A knife...scissors...a really sharp pencil?That seemed like a great start.

The man dropped down on his stomach with an irritated look from the other side of the bed. "My name is Cassian...the other bat is Azriel, and the tiny one is Amren." The small woman gave him a cold warning, and he ignored her, still keeping his stare on Stella. "Why don't you come from the floors and introduce yourself."

Stella was smart. Although she was appearing to be a annoying, dumb girl in the eyes of Amren. And Amren did not really favor dumb creatures. So to keep Amren from dragging the poor girl from around the bed to face her fears, Azriel quietly moved around to where Stella laid. He bent over a bit, so that she could see his face. But she had felt his presence before so.

"Calm down, we will not hurt you." Azriel easily stated behind Stella as he felt her about to scream once more. Her body betrayed her thoughts and actually begin to steady her heart rate. She was relaxing, and she did not know exactly why. He was different than Cassian. Yes he had wings, but there was also black inky gloom surrounding and covering him. She was confused on why she was not screaming. This is something you scream at.

"Are you going to kill me?" He blinked once. Confused. Had he not just mentioned precisely the fact that they were not going to hurt her? He held back a smile, amusement dancing in his brown orbs. Humans.

"No."

"You have wings?" Each word came out as a whisper as well as a cry.

"Yes." Azriel said it so casually, so politely that it would have been rude to scream in his face when his wings expanded out a bit. Stella wanted to kick him, but she also didn't. Hmm, what a predicament. To kick or not to kick.