My Guardian Angel (My Angel #1)

Chapter 14- An Ounce of Dignity

Evander's POV

Annalise looks like she always does. Sexy, slutty, and dangerous.

"What makes her any better than me?" She finishes her speech.

"How about dignity?" Calla snorts and looks her up and down. I can't help but gawk her. She's got her blonde curls chopped to her shoulders and is wearing a ton of makeup, yet she still looks hot. Her grey eyes glare at me with longing. I might think she's hot, but I am in no way attracted to her.

The second Calla says this though, Annalise has her pinned against a wall with her slender fingers around her throat. Calla head buts her and ends up breaking Annalise's nose instead since she's so short. I run over there and pull Calla behind me.

"Oops." Calla says in a monotone voice as she shrugs.

Annalise is wearing black skin tight leather pants and has on a silver corset top. Her silver stilettos don't really help her skanky look...

"Even now, you're still drooling over me." She smirks.

"It's called disappointment... Good god, Annalise, haven't you heard of clothing?" I say in a disgusted look.

"I'd say you lowered your standards, but she's not even on the same scale as me."

"True that. She'd never stoop that low." I say as I look Calla up and down. She has an a white V-neck with light colored jeans, she tied a blue flannel around her waste and has on brown combat boots. She's hotter than Annalise will ever be.

Annalise glares and Calla rolls her eyes. "Do you eat anything other than semen? I made enough Chinese food for forty people and there's only thirty something." Annalise glares. "Look, I don't like you, but I'm going to be a good host. Now, go get your damn food before the boys eat it all. They go crazy for my food."

"Yeah, 'cause thinking about good food is so hard." Calla merely smiles proudly.

"I cook. Every last bit of it." She smirks at Annalise's stunned expression.

Twenty minutes later all the boys, Jen, Greg, Michael, Calla, and I are all seated at the crowded dining table. We are all chow if down and I can't help but beam at my Princess. After Annalise got her food, Calla went over there with an ice pack and a rag for her nose. She looked really embarrassed and apologized. Annalise glared and ignored her. She did take the rag and ice, though.

Everyone appreciated it and said their gratitude, but I could tell Cal was about to pass out. The second we were done I asked Timothy and John to do the dishes and they looked thrilled to help Calla.

A few minutes later, she was about to get into bed with me, and she had changed and was wearing nothing but her underwear, a t-shirt of mine, and some of my boxers. She looks so perfect standin' there, in my American apparel underwear.

She curls into my side and asks me why I would go to these lengths for her.

"What do you mean, baby?"

"Angel, I know you don't think I completely understand what's going on, but I do." She says sadly. I guess she's right... As understanding as she always is, I don't necessarily expect her to realize how much shit we're in. "There are thirty, maybe thirty-one, Angels, ten little boys, a human, and only one truly fucking powerful being, going up against ten of the most powerful beings and a whole damn army. If we lose, then that's it. We're all dead. There's no epilogue, just a book ending in the middle of sentence. Everyone here could be dead when the Council comes for us and it's going to end worse than an Imperial Infliction. It's like Breaking Dawn part 2, except there are Angels and people actually fighting in this. Not everyone is going to make it."

All I can think about is how right she is. "I have a bad habit of underestimating you."

"That you do, Angel. That you do." And with a quick kiss to my under jaw and a tiny grin, she falls asleep. I, on the other hand, lie in bed thinking for hours.