The Archangel's Daughter (Book 1 of The Angel Chronicles) EDITING PROCESS

Huntress (POV)

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I was sitting in my study, reading when I looked out of the window and watched the stars and saw one shining more brightly than the others. Then the clock struck twelve.

“Mistress?”

I turned around and saw Dean nod. I sighed and stood up. We walked out to the small terrace, “Waft?” Waft appears beside me, “I’ll be leaving tonight.” I told him, Waft frowns. “I want you to come with me.”

Just in case I can’t make it…

Waft lit up and twirled, I grinned and turned to Dean, “Guard everyone, Dean.”

“Yes, Mistress.” he said with a bow.

“I want you to personally guard Iahejlle for me again, Don’t bother informing Tathiannah.” He raised a brow, “Iahejlle’s been seeing Aengelicus outside her window.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

“Thank you.” I stepped out into the terrace. “I’ll be back before dusk.”

Then I reached for my necklace’s pendant and kissed it. I summoned my wings and felt my long hair fall down reaching behind my knees and turn dark black and my skin as white as snow glowed in the darkness. I have kept my mortal appearance even after I became a servitor to the Creator. It was for me to blend in with the mortals better and of course to hide my true identity. And the only thing that remained the same was the color of my eyes.

I jumped off the ledge and stretched my wings, then I flew outside my terrace and looked down at Dean, “And Dean?”

“Yes Mistress?”

“You have my permission to stun Aengelicus if he comes near Iahejlle.”

“Stun Master Aengelicus?” Dean asked.

“Don’t worry, it’s just a precaution.” I said.

“Of course, Mistress.” he said and bowed again.

“Very well, c’mon Waft.” I said and flew off.

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After a few minutes of flying I teleported to the Sanctuary and landed outside my father’s terrace. I walked inside with Waft holding unto my hand. Inside I saw my father standing by the window watering his plants.

“Aengelle, what are you doing here?” He rush to my side and reach for my face, looking worried. His touch alone overwhelmed the weakness that was over powering me. In an instant I was energized, but not enough to feel faint. “You’re not supposed to use your powers, not until you’re fully healed.”

I felt his arm go around my waist holding me up.

“I’m sorry for bothering you this late, father, but this cannot wait.” I closed my eyes trying to focus on not fainting.

 “Aengelle, here time is not of the essence.” He moves me toward the sofas and made me lie down, while I felt Waft blew a warm wind on my face. That felt good, I must admit.

I looked up at father who smiled as he watch Waft and his eyes moved toward me, “What’s wrong, love?”

“I have questions father.”

“And what is that?” he was sitting across me, holding my hand.

“It is about a mortal.” I said; Waft sat beside me. “He is after me.”

“You mean they are after you as an angel?” he asked.

“Yes.” I said, “And I’d like to know why.”