The Impact (Book II)

Reunited

His dragon mask off to the side of his head, Will regarded me with warm eyes. He had aged but his face retained some of its youth, though I thought I could see silver in his crimson colored hair. He had a new scar that touched his lower lip and stopped below his chin. The scar stretched when he smiled.

"It's been a long time, Mel," he said fondly, closing the distance between us to slide his hand behind my head. I allowed him to pull me forward and rest our foreheads together.

The angels murmured amongst themselves, uncertainty coloring their voices. Chris's wine colored eyes brightened. As though remembering we were not alone, Will released me and stepped back. Immediately, I missed his warmth and found myself taking a step after him.

I wasn't sure how Will would want to handle this; Heaven knew about our relationship now, but would the Angels under his command possibly betray him because of me?

"Perhaps we should speak in my room. Sariel, make sure we aren't disturbed."

"As you command, Wyvern."

He grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd of angels, who parted like the Red Sea for us. Belua trailed after us. I could hear Chris stomping behind us, his glare boring holes into the back of my skull.

Will's room used to be the warehouse owner's office. A cot that looked like it would barely hold me was crammed into the corner and papers were scattered all over the mahogany desk. Chris slammed the door behind him. I jumped at the noise and regarded him. He stared intently at me, his expression unreadable. "I should have recognized you; your hair is different, as is your eye. William."

It was quite an interesting sight to see as Will tried to make himself smaller under his father's glare. I planted myself in between the two, my arms crossed, and Belua did the same, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

Rayi scorned, [As if you could stop a seven-foot-tall angel from trampling you and your angel.]

I swallowed nervously when Chris's eyes gleamed. Long fingers lightly clasped my wrist and I was shoved behind Will, who straightened up to his full height. I whistled and Belua got out of his defensive posture. His father came forward until their chests were almost touching.

Chris said, "I'd been meaning to talk to you about this, but the subject just never came up."

When he spoke, his voice shook with barely contained rage, "You went and married a demon, had children with her, all behind my back? You...you...!"

I gripped Will's shirt between my fingers, my shoulders tense. Boisterous laughter startled both me and him as Chris roughly clapped Will's back. "You take after me, alright!"

"You're not angry?" Will asked out of disbelief.

His father's eyes widened. "Angry? The only thing I'm angry about is that you didn't feel safe enough to come talk to me and your mother about it. You know silence is her thing. Oh, stop cowering, Corvus, and let me have a look at you!"

His monstrous hand reached for me, gently pulling me from behind Will until I stood before him. One hand cupped my chin as he turned my head, examining me. He was even so bold as to remove my eyepatch and flinch when he saw my eye.

"What an odd eye! Why are your eyes like that?" He questioned, stooping until his long face was centimeters from my own.

"Pater, could you not get in her personal space like that?" Will snapped crossly.

Chris leaned back from me and beamed, the same dimples Will possessed emerging.

"She's a beauty, son; you certainly know how to pick them. Almost looks like your mother. Welcome to the Taylor family, Melanie." Lanky arms wrapped around me and I was crushed to his chest for a moment.