Fallen (Undergoing editing)

Chapter thirty-seven:

Back at the mansion, I ran to Alice's study, my chest just about exploding with happiness.

When I swung the doors open, it was empty. Alice was nowhere to be found. The smile wiped clean from my face, I slowly padded into the study, looking over the fire that was burning down to a thin layer of orange coals. I approached the desk that was neatly organized with a small stack of papers on the corner, a stapler, and a little cup full of strictly pens. I sighed and planted myself down in the nice comfortable chair, wincing slightly as I stabbed myself with my sharp wings.

"Ouch!" I hopped off the chair and rubbed my hip that started to bleed. I groaned and began to march out of the study, but something caught my eye.

Over by the fireplace, there lay a single piece of crumpled piece of paper. I frowned; it seemed odd in the middle of a perfectly clean study. I walked over and picked it up, my wings rattling as I bent to fetch it.

It was probably just some old paper work or garbage Alice had meant to toss into the fire.

But curiosity did always get the best of me.

I swung my gaze over my shoulder to the door that was left open, making sure I was alone before I quickly un-crumpled he paper with great anxiousness. It was scribbled in a quick handwriting I didn't recognize.

Dolorian,

By morning the demonic spell guarding the Fallen keep will be lifted. At any time by then will safe admittance be acquired.

Neicul, Epac

I frowned, setting the note down.

Neicul, Epac? Who and what kind of name was that? It sounded slightly demonic; and why would someone want the demonic guarding spell dropped?

Unless.

I looked down again at the note, running my eyes over it once more. The traitor. It had to be. Who else would be contacting Dolorian of all people in a Fallen hideout? Whoever this, Neicul Epac was, was the same person giving out Fallen information. It was probably the reason why Enrique could find me.

I had to find, Alice.

"Lilith?"

I whipped around, just about tumbling into the fire. The note crunching in my grip, "Oh, Lucien," I breathed. It's just you."

Lucien stood behind me, blonde hair in wild waves, framing his face. His gaze fell to my hand. "What are you doing here?"

"I—I was looking for Alice, but I couldn't find him."

"What's that?"

I looked to my hand that still held the crumpled note. "Oh—this, I found this just now—"

Lucien raised a questioning brow. "You're snooping around Alice's office?"

I swallowed. "What—no, I wasn't, I swear! I was looking for him and saw this piece of paper—"

Lucien's eyebrows shot together as he gazed at my hand. "What is it?"

"It's a letter," I said promptly. "I think the traitor you keep talking about wrote it. It's this guy named, Neicul Epac, a weird name."

Lucien nodded, plucking the note from my hands and reading it himself. I saw his round eyes run over it several times. "This—this is very good, Lilith, thank you."

I smiled. "Yeah, Alice might want to know about it."

Lucien nodded. "Yes, yes he would, this is a great find, Lilith." He looked to me, crumpling the paper up, eyes instantly rounding over my shoulder. "Whoa, you have wings."