Floating (2nd book)

15. Secret meetings

Song- Miss Jackson- Panic at the disco
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After a good five minutes of Asher staring at me in shock, he finally responds.

"Rose, no," Asher tells me.

I scoff and fling off the covers to the bed.

I will do what I want! My parents are dead!

I'm still in my pajamas from yesterday, but I don't care.

"Rose! Where are you going?" Asher asks me while I fling open the front door.

"To find Peter!"

I run out onto the bejeweled street.

"You're not wearing any shoes!" Asher points out as he catches up with me.

I huff and puff as I run to the throne/training room.

"So?"

Asher sighs.

He looks to have no difficulty running. In fact, he looks like he's enjoying it.

"Are you coming with me?" I ask through puffs.

Asher nods.

"Yup."
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By the time we find Peter, he's not in the Throne room; He's in a room that I've never been in before.

It looks like a council room.

The walls are white and covered in famous paintings.

The floor is one big painting.

Colors swirl and curl around my feet creating a swell of colors.

The painting moves!

Colors move around the table creating different designs as people move through the room.

The table is gold and matching gold chairs are filled with Angels.

Peter sits in the head chair and looks at me with annoyance.

It looks as if I've interrupted a meeting.

A meeting? But I organize the meetings! I'm supposed to be the head of Heaven right now.

"What's going on?" I cross my arms.

Peter bites the inside of his cheek and looks at the other Angels, searching for a reasonable explanation.

"Uh..." Peter trails off.

"It looks like you're having a meeting without me!" I tell them in dead calm.

Peter gives me an apologetic smile.

"Your parents just died, Rose," he points out.

I groan in annoyance.

"I came here to tell you I want to find Lucifer and kill him!"

Peter furiously nods his head. whisks of blonde hair fall in front of his face.

"We all do, Rose," he says trying to calm me down with his steady voice.

I scrunch my eyebrows together.

"I want to do it myself! I mean, he killed my family..." I trail off.

Then a sudden thought comes to my stupid head.

"What about Dante? My brother? What happened to him?" I challenge.

All the Angels shuffle around nervously.

"Is he dead too?" I scream. Tears threaten to spill over.

Asher places a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"He- he's-"

I cut him off.

"Is he or not!" I shriek.

"He's not," Peter finally says.

I let a sigh escape from my body in relief.

"But he's in Hell."

My eyes widen.

"What?"

Peter runs a hand through his hair.

"He's in-"

"I know where he is! I heard you." my teeth grind in my mouth, "How could you let this happen?"

"Lucifer captured him and is holding him hostage as bait. That's what this meeting is about. We're deciding if we should go get him and enter a bloody war or stay in peace."

"Bull shit! We're getting him! There'd be a war anyways and you know it!" I say while wagging my pointer finger in his face.

"We haven't come to an agreement yet," Peter says and sits down in defeat.

"Arg! Lucifer can go to Hell!" I scream.

I freeze and realize what I just said.

Peter raises his eyebrows like I'm stupid, and right now; I'm pretty sure I am.

Asher taps my shoulder.

I awkwardly turn around.

"Rose, Lucifer is in-"

I cut him off.

"I know my mistake!"

Asher curtly nods and steps back.

"Now," I turn back to Peter," what are we going to do?"

Peter shrugs and runs a hand around his mouth.

I stomp my foot.

"Come to a decision right now!"

Peter glares at me.

"We will. Get out, Rose."

My eyes widen and my nostrils flare.

"No! Wait!"

It's too late.

Asher drags me out of the room.

"Dante's stuck in there! Lucifer killed my parents! You have no soul!" I cry.

Asher shuts the door with a bang.

"Everything will be okay," he tells me, "they just need more time."

I look into his piercing blue eyes with anger.

"Fuck off," I tell him and walk away.