Angel Bond (Angel Fire Series #1)

Chapter 11 - Revealed

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I take an inventory. I have a killer bump on the back of my head courtesy of Raphael, and a bruise on my ribs, courtesy of Luke.

Luke.

Holy guacamole.

He has wings! I haven’t been able to open my eyes since we are travelling at such a high speed but I feel his body shift with every thrust of them. He feels broader and taller though, and his warmth has chilled.

“You can open your eyes now baby.” He chuckles. His arms are still wrapped around me and my legs remain wrapped around his waist. “We’re on the ground Em.” He pulls at me, unravelling my legs, which are pretty useless since they feel like jelly, but he holds me up.

Ok, reveal time. I wonder what colour his wings are…

Excited, I open my eyes and look into his. They are brighter than last time, and he is most certainly taller. His shoulders are damn runways. My eyes travel down and I realise he is wearing that same leather uniform the night I properly met Marco at five in the morning. I can’t help but notice how it highlights his muscles; I am a teenage girl after all. My eyes roam back up to his handsome face and I notice his smirk. I flush; he noticed my checking him out, way to feed his ego Emma. Ok wing time.

“Where are your wings?” He’s hidden them. Actually, angels are not supposed to be able to do that. So it makes me twice as curious.

Luke looks hesitant. “You sure? Promise you won’t run or anything?” He asks.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He nods and widens his stance. A creaking sound followed by tearing fills the air, and then two black masses begin to emerge, with a wing span that could rival Raphie’s.

My gasp makes him flinch. His wings are black, with the memorable blue at the tips, with a noticeable blue glow. I know this angel, or should I say archangel.

“You’re death!” I squeak. It wasn’t a question. He has the exact same wings as the shadow angel!

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We had landed at this adorable little ranch style house which is on one of the smaller islands west of Aurora. We must have travelled really fast to get here since it’s like a two to three day boat trip to get here normally. I’ve been sat in the living room for hours, trying to come to terms with Luke being the Archangel of Death. I don’t blame him for not telling me, I’m just in shock and beginning to creep out a bit. I kissed him! Heck, it was the best kiss of my life … ok, maybe my only kiss, but he’s been nothing but nice to me. Yeah he ditched me on our date, but I guess you can say he came back.

Well, the poor guy has been sat in the kitchen on his own, I noticed him peeping his head in checking on me. Who would have thought Death could be so sweet.

As I stand my knees click, emphasising how long I have been sat in the same position for so long. I practically limp over to the kitchen and see Luke, minding his own business reading a book. He’s so adorable. He’s changed into a shirt and jeans with his bare foot tapping to its own beat. Then it hit me like a tonne of bricks. I’m in love with Death! Can Death love, or feel any emotion at all? He certainly felt protective of me after the lake, and his groans proved he felt some arousal.

“You just gonna stand there staring off into space?” Amusement sparkles in Luke’s beautiful eyes.

Blushing I reply, “I was thinking.”