In a hidden world where angels and demons clash, Cecelia White's life takes a thrilling turn when she discovers her connection to a powerful relic, the Angel Key. With her best friend Evie by her side, Cecelia is thrust into a supernatural conflict...
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All Hallows Day
The personal library of Christoph Maximus was truly something magical. Books collected over thousands of years, some so delicate they had to be kept behind glass . . . and then there was this.
You'd think it funny that an immortal fallen angel would be into fiction, but he had cases upon cases filled with Mythology to Science Fiction, Fairy Tales to Urban Fantasy, Shakespeare to Dan Brown! Titles she recognized like Dante's Inferno, A Midsummer Night's Dream, The Mortal Instruments, wait.
It was all starting to make sense. That conceited bastard, she giggled. It was funny how little things like this made her giddy after only a few drinks at the club.
These were all books on Heaven and Hell. She picked a book off the shelf and opened it to a page he had marked with a post-it note. She recalled how he recited writers like Bukowski, and Kerouac, and quoted heroes from Clare, and Riordan on occasion. The majority of his books were riddled with these little yellow things. She found it quite endearing how he loved his quotes.
"Though rather despite myself, I thought him a pretty bit of poison to start with, but I have come around. There is a soul under all that bravado. And he is really alive, one of the most alive people I have ever met. When he feels something, it is as bright and sharp as lightning." – Magnus Bane, Clockwork Prince
Oh Christoph, she sighed.
Cecelia liked to believe that you could learn a lot about a person from looking at the books they read, but it wasn't so easy with him. He was... complicated.
Though tonight, he didn't seem so brooding. Tonight he was something entirely different. What a magical night it was. The music, the dancing, the décor, ugh. He had transformed that club into another world. The haunting costumes, the people, the drinks! The night was alive with celebration, and Christoph was behind it all. She just wished he didn't have to be so responsible, closing up with the staff.
She giggled, what a selfish thing to think. She wanted him here with her. To run her hands through his thick hair, take in the smell of cucumbers and that cologne he always wore, and to taste his sweet—
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise coming from downstairs.
The hell? She thought.
It sounded like someone was pounding on the front door, but she was four floors up, they had to be hitting that thing pretty hard for her to hear all the way up there. Crazy drunks, she tried to rationalize it. It was almost 4 am after all, who else would it be?
Then a powerful explosion resounded throughout the building and shook the floor beneath her feet. Oh, these weren't drunks. Dammit. She reached into her pocket for her phone to call Christoph, but it wasn't there. Shit. I left it in my purse downstairs. No time now, I've gotta hide!
