My Angel -septiplier

Chapter 4

Eventually we find ourselves in an unfamiliar part of the city. I open my mouth to suggest that we turn around when Mark wraps his cold fingers around my wrist. "Sean. Turn around and walk back to your car." His voice is laced with . "Why?" I question. "Just, please, go now. I do not want you to be here when - "

I am blinded by a flash of , and Mark blurs out of my vision. I yelp as I am slammed backwards, sending a jolt of pain up my spine.

spots out of my vision, and as my eyes , I see Mark's grey wings spread in front of me in a clearly defensive position. He has pinned me against a wall, his back to me, arms spread, forming a barrier around me. There is a low growling coming from somewhere deep in his chest, and maybe it's just the light, but I swear his wings are darker.

I press a hand to his back, just between his wings, and he relaxes a bit, but doesn't drop his position. "Mark? What's wrong?" I ask. "I really wish we had stayed home tonight," he mutters.

A man steps out from around the corner, and Mark straightens, though his body still curls towards me. "Hello, Gabriel," he says, disgust evident in his voice.

I gape at the man standing in front of us. He has tousled chestnut hair and large green eyes, accented by his soft features. He wears long, flowing, and his glowing alabaster wings fan out behind him. He smiles at us, and although it doesn't reach his eyes, it does reveal a set of perfect pearly teeth.

"Mark!" he cried, as though greeting an old friend. "It is good to see you again!"