My Guardian Angel (My Angel #1)

Chapter 15- The Council Is Here

Calla's POV

After lunch, I decided that I wasn't going to skip my usual walk through the he woods like I did yesterday when Annalise arrived.

I give Evander a quick kiss and walk out the door. About an hour later I take a seat.

Oh shit.

I have no idea where I am. I was walking for so long, lost in my thoughts, that I didn't realize when I strayed from my usual path.

Everyone was really on edge today. The Council has gone quite in their efforts to find them. To find me.

*snap*

Huh?

Suddenly a bunch of beautiful men appear from behind a bundle of trees. A quick count tells me that there are ten. A quick glance tells me that these gorgeous men glaring at me are Angels. They all have their wigs out, and each one of them have the same wings. Pure white. And at the large size, I would say that's a sign of a council member.

"Hello, beautiful." The one in the center says. He has dark hair and dark green eyes. He is mesmerizing. "I must say... I realize now what all the hype is about you."

Oh shit.

He must be with the Council... Oh fuck... This must be the Council.

They all step closer. They're only about six yards away from me. The main guy keeps walking until he's right in front of me.

I try stepping back, but I'm against a tree. I don't want to die. There are so many things I still have to do.

I put my hands behind me and act like I'm leaning against the tree, but instead I pull out a small dagger that Evander insisted I keep tucked into the sheath on my waistband. The second his hand reached out and made contact with my cheek, I flung it out. I drove the knife deep into his forearm, twisted, and yanked it out.

He screamed and, using his right arm this time, reached out and slapped me in the face. The rest of the Council had formed a barrier around us so I couldn't leave.

"H--" I started to screen for help, but the second a sound left my mouth, he jammed the side of his hand if his hand into my throat. I couldn't breathe and I started to choke. It felt like my whole neck and chest were on fire.

I swing my foot up, and catch him of guard. He keels over groaning with his hands cupped over his family jewels. I take my dagger, turn towards the only one in the group not glaring at me, and run. They try to stop me, but I'm fast. I honestly have no idea how I made it past that guy with nothing but a kick to his shin.

Maybe he let me go...

He had a strange look in his eyes. It was sad, pitiful even. Maybe he felt bad for me. Hm. After ten seconds of running, I can finally breathe like a normal person again. Suddenly something sharp hits the back off my neck, and my vision gets fuzzy.

Oh shit.

After trying to crawl into a hollow spot underneath a tree, I black out.

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Evander's POV

I wasn't all that worried when Princess wasn't home by 4:00, she's stressed out and needs her time. I was pretty worried when she wasn't back by 4:30. But by 5:00, I was chewing off my last nail as I ran through the woods screaming her name.

By 7:00, I found nothing but a pile of blood, her bloodied dagger, a surplus of footprints, and a dart lying next to her knife. I am now sitting in my room.

Crying.

Actual tears and the like.

I need to get her back. I have to. She's probably in their dungeons, chained up and crying, and I'm sitting here on a padded chair surrounded by caring people.

We all just made up our own food and the boys were all in their rooms, moping around. Everyone knew what happened... I came back with tears running down my face as I set her knife and the dart on the table. I explained to the boys that Calla was "going to be away go a bit" and that "she'll be back soon."

All I wanted to do was charge to the Council palace and kill anything that got in my way, but it would just get me killed. Then I would be no good to her.

I had Michael, Jen, Greg, and (sadly) Annalise all gathered in my office.

"They took her." I croak

Jen covers her hand with her mouth and tries to hold back the tears while Greg looks pissed off. I know the feeling. As I watch him pull her to his side and kiss her side, I'm filled with sudden longing. I want my Princess. I look at Michael and see him looking mournful and angry. I'm gazing at Annalise, and I'm so confused. She looks victorious, and yet depressed. Mainly angry, but I'm used to that look on her. She's smirking, but has sad eyes.

"I've never seen you cry before..." She says sadly.

"Before now, the only person that had seen me cry was Calla."

Her expression turns sour and she says, "I will fight. I will fight against the Council, and I will fight for you. Not for that bitch." She sneers. I would say something, but she'd be good to have on the team.

I don't have to say anything though, because next thing I know, Jen punches her hard in the jaw and the whole room is silent, other than the familiar crack. Annalise starts to lift her arms, and Jen looks angrier than I've ever seen her. Before Annalise can do anything, Greg grabs her arm and twists it behind her.

"I am so fucking tired of you. All you want to do is fight, so shut the fuck up, and fight." Greg sneers at her. Annalise jerks away from him and stomps out of the room.

I don't care anymore. All I can think about is getting my baby back. It's going to take days to get the reinforcements we need. Their army has two-hundred fighters, and there's barely even thirty-one of us.

Calla... Please be okay...