The Archangel's Daughter (Book 1 of The Angel Chronicles) EDITING PROCESS

Huntress (POV)

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Days had gone by and the students weren't growing tired of me; in fact, they were now twice as aggressive. With all the fighting that people had been starting with me, despite Hunter's warnings, it was already getting a bit tiring. It was either that or them gossiping about my sudden silence.

So I stayed away from the crowd, especially when Hunter and the others were working and decided that it would be better if I spent my own time finishing my own responsibilities and avoiding loud minds such as Andre's. But there was nothing much left for me to do and just had my bruises and wounds to deal with. And it was one of those days when I realized that I was too busy avoiding people and fights that I also pushed away people who wanted to be friend with me. So I guess it shouldn't be a surprise to me that I was sitting in our classroom half an hour early for class moping and flipping through the pages of the book I was planning to read. I felt a light sting on my wrist and remembered the attack on me by a girl earlier at the dormitory.

But I had more serious things to think about other than the ambush and my wounds or even Andre, like the punishment that the Creator will bestow on me for pulling a dying man back to life. I had been waiting for my father or at least Aengelicus to come and drag me to the Sanctuary the night of the attack. But none of them came. Not even a messenger. They were probably waiting for me to heal all my wounds and then they will tale me and pitch me into eternal damnation.

I crossed my arms on top of my table and rested my head on it. I reached for my book and flip thoughthe pages, over and over again, pushing me back to my thoughts.

The attacks from the Circle, I thought. Hunter said the remaining master were the one who was doing the attack, bit there were none of them. I already cleanse all organization; all that was left was grandfather.

I frowned, No one knows of grandfather being alive... I thought.

There must be some explanation as to why the Circle want me dead, was it because of the revamp? But why attack Romeo Lee too? A personal grudge?

I sighed, I was already getting a headache thinking about it.

"Looking so serious..."

I sat up and turned to see gather standing by the door.

"Father, you surprised me." I said.

He frowned and so did I. That meant I didn't felt his presence. So, whoever wants me dead, mortal an immortal, knows of my second identity, he knows my ability and weakness. I pushed aside these thoughts and remembered that father was with me.

"Though," I continued, "I had been waiting for you."

"That seems hard to believe seeing you took off your necklace and just put it on this morning."

I sighed, that is true. I wanted to clear my mind first, probably a hold of this emotions that I have been having. "I am a bit bored though."

"Your bruises and wounds disagree with that." he said, amused and was about to reach for the bruise on my cheek but I moved away. I can't have him touch me because he could read my mind, even the guarded ones, that way.

"No." I said, firmly.
"Why? Is that some new kind of fashion now as well?" he teased.

I grinned, "I'm living with the mortals now, I can't have them notice that I'm a fast healer."

"Well, how you stop healing yourself is remarkable; you could have fooled even you Father Raphael." He said.

"I don't think that is comforting to hear, fooling a divine being means death you know." I teased.