Fragile Fury - (Glass Angels book one)

Fragile Fury - Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight!

Jordan, Sean and Dante stood outside the Fallen's room. It wasn't in the castle he lived in, no. This office was inside the institute. The dark door was wide enough for the three of them to walk in side by side and not have a problem with fitting. The brothers stood staring at the door. None of them could bring themselves to knock - or open - it.

Jordan took a deep breath, let it out, and then took another before reaching for the handle. His fingers didn't touch it before the door swung open.

'You do not stand at my door listening to conversations as if you were invited into them!' the Fallen stood behind his desk with Luc in the chair in front of it. Magik had opened the door. If the Fallen was at the point where he would not move to open the door, things were not good.

Jordan bowed his head with his fist balled over his heart, as he stepped through the door way. Sean and Dante followed.

'My lord, I do apologise. We were not listening in on your conversation. I came with my brothers,' Jordan swept his hand over his brother showing they were with him, and unarmed.

'Do not insult my intelligence, Jordan. I can see you brought them with you.' The fallen was suddenly in front of his desk. Impossibly fast, he looked primed for business. Jordan thought he looked like the Hidden Worlds mafia leader.

'Sorry my lord, we came for Luc, we need to-'

'Luc is with me!' the Fallen's voice shook the room, books fell from their shelves and Jordan knew - without looking - that Sean and Dante had back out of the room a little. The Fallen took a step towards Luc, 'he must pay the price for laying a finger on my daughter.' Before Jordan could have reacted, even if he had wanted to, the Fallen flicked his wrist out. It didn't touch the skin on Luc's face. But the power slashed across his cheek, snapping his head back.

Luc turned his head straight again, as he did; Jordan caught a glimpse of crimson blood spilling along his brother's cheek. He wanted to step forwards and stop the torture, but he knew the Fallen would have him too. So he stayed still, and looked away. The Fallen stalked towards Jordan, there wasn't anything that couldn't have made him bigger. Then his wings ruffled on his back and loosened just a little, until they were peeking past the side of his shoulders. Then he seemed bigger.

'Let this be a lesson to you all,' the Fallen stood between the door facing Jordan, Sean and Date, and Luc who was still sitting in then chair. 'hurt my daughter Annabelle, and I will hurt you beyond anything you think capable. Luc will bleed twice more before I am done with him.' The Fallen smiled, 'He is having it easy since Annabelle already hurt him, as she did to you all.' He turned back to Luc and swiped his hand through the air. Luc flinched. Jordan watched as the back of his shirt split open, his blood seeped across the material. The Fallen raised his hand to deal the final swipe; Jordan - without thinking - grabbed his arm.

'Hasn't he bled enough, my Lord?' Luc started into the Fallen's eyes. The black depths swirled, something was swimming behind them. Some stories had said the Fallen had survived an attack from the werewolves because one had changed him. If that had been true, it was his beast swimming behind them. Jordan let his hand drop away. The Fallen was a terrifying force as a fallen angel along, if his blood was mixed with other creatures from the Hidden World, and then there was nothing and no one that could have stopped him.

'You stood and watched as your promised female, buried a blade in my daughters spine, Jordan,' the Fallen sighed. 'If only you had stepped in, I wouldn't have to do what I am about to.' The Fallen laughed. But there was nothing humorous about it, nothing happy or warm.