The Devil's Daughter

Chapter 9 ~ (Part 1) Doubt

Chapter 9 ~ Abbegael (Part 1)

"Don't even think about going anywhere within the next few days, and there will be no fighting whatsoever. You may be healing at a much faster rate than the majority of people and angels I've treated but it's still going to take a while and reopening it will only make the process longer. And I'm not sure about the poison that was in the wound, I'm assuming your body found a way to deal with it, but since it's something I've never seen before I want to keep an eye on it. Is that clear, Abbegael?" A sigh slips from my lips before I have the chance to supress it and John's eyes harden as they sharpen their focus on me. I dip my head in acceptance despite my dislike for the idea, noting as I do that the movement causes only a slight burning in my back, barely noticeable compared to the raging fire it was before the doctor worked his magic.

A teasing light enters John's eyes as a smile tugs up the corners of his lips. "Chastir, Razakiel," he turns, his gaze to the two, where they stand just inside the open door, "I trust you'll ensure she gets into no trouble?" This time I make no effort to suppress the groan that escapes me, murdering the two of them in my mind as they readily agree to his demand.

"Come on Abby, you know we just want you to get better. Right?" Chase asks, his voice bright and teasing, "The sooner you get better the sooner Lucifer loses his opportunity to catch you while you're weak." I roll my eyes as he moves closer to me, "Not that I would ever let him take you anyway." his words send a smile skittering across my face, despite the knowledge that I'm probably still a more capable fighter than he is even while I'm injured.

"Fine. But can we at least go for a walk; I've been living in Hell for days."

"Of course." he grins as he reaches down to grip my hand in his, "let's go." and before the words are even out of his mouth he's towing me towards the door.

"Um, actually, Chase, I wanted Zak to come too"

"Him? Why would you want him to come? I didn't think you liked the body guard." his voice holds a hint of irritation as he continues dragging me away from the room. I hesitate for moment, wondering if I'm mistaken; Chase is never irritated or angry. But as he continues his relentless movement toward the outside world I dismiss the thought, giving in and following along behind him. A quick glance back gets me a glimpse of Zak, who clearly having heard our exchange, is following languidly a few paces behind, the smug look on his face sending my thoughts into turmoil. Didn't Chase just insult him? Why in hell is he smiling about it?

"Yeah, um...Yes him, I need to ask him about some things." I tell Chase in response to his none too kind question, still slightly baffled by the two men, "And for fuck sake Chase be nice, he helped get us out of Hell remember? I mean seriously, you could at least pretend that you're grateful!" I practically growl at the my poor best friend as thoughts of still being trapped in that bottomless pit with Lucifer fill my mind. I don't really care whether they hate each other, and it's none of my business why, but I will always be grateful that Zak got us out of there.

As the thought crosses my mind, the man himself, makes his presence known, by moving up alongside me and taking my spare hand in his. 

"You're welcome, sweet heart," he whispers in my ear, and moments later I feel a sharp tug on my arm as Chase randomly decides I'm not moving fast enough. Noticing the smirk on Zak's face I roll my eyes and attempt to snatch my hand back, before I realise exactly what it is he just said.

"Did you just read my thoughts again?" I ask, my mind reeling as I process what's happening, "I thought you said I was a shield?"

You are, his voice speaks in my mind and I stumble slightly at the words and send my gaze his way, "But your shield's been flickering up and down since we got here. It's probably just because of the stress of being injured and your lack of practice with shielding. It won't take much to improve."