There's A Fallen Angel On My Roof...But Why Does He Have Fangs?

Part 25

***I had a lot of fun writing this. Please excuse any errors and I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

JUNE. 6 months on

It had been months.

6 and a half to be precise.

Nothing happened. My life continued normally, the Cursores stopped attacking when I killed the blond one and I haven't seen Cam since then either. I feel like this has all been a waste...the feathers have stopped appearing on my back and the skin on my back is totally fine now. I feel abandoned and useless. Luca and Rose haven't spoken to me in a while, I get that being in a relationship is great for them but it would be nice to see my only two friends here. The only person that actually talks to be is Owen and my brother.

"Ada are you listening?" I turned my head to my English teacher and tutor Mr. Lysdane, but outside of class I call him Owen, one of the only people who I actually talk to

"Yes sir" I said rolling my eyes and making a face, I could do this because he was blind and wouldn't see it. But he knows me too well now that we've been having one on one tutor sessions

"Don't make that face at me" he warned

"I thought you couldn't see?! Is your eyesight coming back already?" I asked "how many fingers am I holing up?" I raised my middle finger.

"One" he said flicking my forehead.

"Blind my ass" I muttered, rubbing my forehead "is the lesson nearly over?"

"Just for you, I'll extend it another hour" he said smiling as he lifted his sleeves up his forearms

"How dare you" I said sarcastically "Where did you get this?" I said tracing a long wound stitched carefully along his forearm. He grabbed my hand and held it slightly away from him I hadn't realised I was trying to touch it "s-sorry" I breathed, snatching my hand away from his warm grasp.

Anytime his hand brushed mine, or I leaned in too far and was able to smell his intoxicating scent I felt jitters run up and down my body.

I hadn't realised until a couple of hours ago that I might actually really like him. I had spent most of our sessions analysing him, the way he lets his stubble grow, the way his usually pale skin glowed with a gentle bronze and hair shined a bright wheat gold as the summer continued on, the way he uses his hands to illustrate a piece of history he is teaching me, the way he smiles when I, or someone else, complements him. That ghost smile I lived for, the delicate way it only appeared transparent, barely there but there. I had contemplated me being in love with him, but I couldn't find anything to prove it to me. I didn't want to jump to any silly conclusions

"So...that's the evolution of the Cursore." Shit. I didn't hear a word he said

"Awesome" I lied

"Listen. Ada, this is a highly unorthodox request, but I'd like to continue our lesson later tonight"

"Ooh like a date" I joked "I thought you'd never ask!" His face reddened a little at the apples, as a ghost of a smile appeared and disappeared on his lips

"Well, If you want to call it that. I'm going to call it training"

"Training?"

"To use your weapons properly" I had begun 1-1 combat training and all that jazz, here it's their version of P.E but i never thought about learning how to use my weapons. "But we can do that in later lessons. I believe you should expand your knowledge on how to use other kinds of weapons and how much potential you have as a fighter. There is something in you, a light. Some associate it with godlike power and knowledge. I believe it is the case with you"