Fragile Fury - (Glass Angels book one)

Fragile Fury - Chapter Three

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p.s - The character called Apollyon is pronounced Appolon, hope that makes it a little easier!

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Chapter Three!

LUC KNEW ANNABELLE WOULD BRING HIM TO HIS KNEES ONE DAY. But he didn't know it was going to be today, so soon after they had met one another. Nor did he know there was going to be so much pain involved. His mind had drawn the conclusion that she would bring him to his knees in pleasure. He was very wrong there.

'She's good,' Sean said. Luc lifted his heavy head, flicking his hair from his eyes as he looked at him. 'She's real good.' Sean stretched his hand out and helped Luc to his shaky feet.

'Where's D?' Luc asked, realising the space of the carpet on which his brothers crumpled body had been, was now empty. 'How did I miss it? Where's he gone? Who took him?'

'Luc, calm it.' Sean gripped one of Luc shoulders as he began to waver on his feet. 'You've been out for twenty, at least. Dorothy came. Took D to the infirmary, because she said she didn't know what else to do. It's not an injury, there is physically nothing wrong with him.'

'It was all Annabelle,' Luc sighed. Well, wasn't this just wonderful. He had just brought a deranged lunatic with no control over her Magik into the Institute. Could today get any worse? In truth, Luc wasn't sure he wanted an answer to that. 'It was all Annabelle,' he repeated, mournfully.

Sean clapped him on the back, grinning, 'You sure know how to pick 'em, Luc!' Luc groaned. He always was drawn to the females that were a little less than ordinary. In fact, Luc couldn't remember the last normal girl he had brought to the Institute. One that knew her limits, or could control her powers, and didn't fly off the handle if someone was in the slightest bit mean to her. God, he had a serious problem with the nut-cases. That still didn't change that fact that he wanted Anna though, and he wanted her bad.

'Let's go check on D,' Sean said, 'then, we'll go find Jordan. I think I heard Isabella scream. I'd bet my money on her insulting your girl, and she probably got pissed again.' As much as he hated the idea of Anna attacking Isabella, it was exactly the sort of thing that was bound to have happened and Isabella wouldn't be happy. Luc knew full well that all hell would break loose when Isabella was back to full strength. And he didn't want to be around when it happened. Yes, they would most definitely go to see Dante first.

The infirmary was at the other side of the Institute and covered three floors. It was just like any normal Mortal hospital . . . in how it looked anyway. Dorothy's short round body shuffled down the corridor bumping into Luc and Sean. She was old for a Fay, somewhere in the realm of six hundred and seventy years old. She had aged well though. Only a few deep creases ran around her mouth and eyes. Laughter lines, that's what she called them. She was about five foot tall, not even reaching Luc's shoulder.

She barged between the two of them carrying something that looked suspiciously like a vial of black blood. Her wrinkled tanned hands gripped the tiny bottle so tightly that her knuckles had turned white.