The Damned Holies (The Fallen Wars 1)

Chapter Thirteen

We landed in the middle of a sweltering desert. The sun beat down on my bare shoulders instantly, making me sweat after my body adjusted to the drastic temperature change and making me instantly grateful that Reven had only given me a pair of shorts and a tank top. In all directions, there was nothing to be seen except sand dunes and shimmering air.

“Where are we?”

“The Sahara Desert.”

Of course. Africa. “And why are we here?”

“You’ll see. Just wait.”

“But… It’s hot and I’m extremely thirsty and hungry.” I kneaded my stomach as it growled. “When do you think was the last time I actually ate?”

“Solid food? Not in a long, long time. They probably fed you liquified food through a tube down your nose or something. Need me to get you something?”

I nodded. “Yeah, I’d really appreciate it.”

He flashed me a smile that had use to make me swoon as a teenager. I still did, but it was internally. I loved him with my whole heart. He bent down to give me a quick kiss. As he pulled away, I pulled the collar of his shirt and brought him closer to me and deepening the kiss. He growled and surrendered to me, only for a few seconds. “Aimee… Why must you make this so difficult? I am trying to get you food.”

I stuck my lower lip out and pouted. He left before I could say or do anything else.

That’s when the angels started appearing, each and every one of them. They were in various stages of conversations but stopped when they saw me there, alone. I was like a deer in the headlights.

“Where’s your lover, Aimee?” Ariel asked, absently looking at her nails.

“Reven is getting me food.”

The Cherubim looked at each other. “She’s making Reven weak. He’s running errands for her like some dog.”

“I may be partially human, but I’m not deaf. Shut the hell up.”

Uriel growled and leaned forward, about to jump towards me. I braced myself but my father intercepted him. “Don’t you dare touch her. Be more mature than one who is less than a century old.”

Reven reappeared with a fast food bag in his hand. Better than nothing, I suppose. He surveyed the scene. “Oh, awkward. What did I miss?”

I think the reason why I never suspected Reven to be an angel was because he acted a lot… Younger than the rest of them, more modern, but he never really showed me his true angel side.

Michael glared at him. “It’s not important.”

“Fine, fine,” Reven muttered and handed me the food. I peaked inside the bag and smiled. French fries. He winked at me.

Michael continued on in Angellican, dark ocean eyes boring into me, as I began to eat as quietly as possible, acutely aware that the angels had hypersensitive hearing. “Aimee, even though you are not one of us and a few of us dislike what I’m about to tell you, but you are a huge part in this war. We’ve debated this before we came to meet here and voted. You’ve been elected to a new seat on the council.”

I bowed my head.

“But what we are really here for, is about a treaty with the humans.” My father spoke up.

The angels were silent and all looked wildly at each other, exploding into little but loud arguments.

I looked accusingly at my father. He tapped his head.