Angel Bond (Angel Fire Series #1)

Chapter 23 - Anger Management

A/N- I have fixed all the cuts and mishaps that were made in this chapter.

Before I can stand, Raziel is soaring to the other side of the room thanks to Luke’s fist. Blood pours out of his now crooked nose, staining his shirt and the carpet. That’s gonna’ be tough to clean out. Raz clumsily stands, using his wings and the wall to balance himself. A purple bruise has now formed on his face in the perfect shape of a fist, and I cringe imagining how painful that must be.

“I will rip your wings from your body if you touch her again.” Luke darkly whispers. He is too calm, which scares the poop out of me, purely because his eyes are pure black. Yep, a calm tainted is a Psyhco tainted.

Great, I bonded with a psychopath!

In fear, I take a small step back, but it was Sam’s violent shaking of his head that stopped me. But it was too late, Luke zeroes in on my movement like a hawk. Cold pits meet my own green eyes, and my back starts tingling right where my mark is.

Comfort him.

On pure instinct, I walk towards him and wrap my arms around his waist. He is really cold, but seconds after contact, he warms, just for me. Yet he remains completely stiff in my arms. I squeeze him tighter, which is difficult because he is a pure wall of muscle but he must feel it because at last, his own arms wrap around me. I look up at his face, his eyes are blue again, but more like a navy blue instead of the electric like ones I am used to. “It’s ok.” I soothe, but it only causes him to frown, which in turn makes me frown back. “You didn’t honestly think I would suck face with someone else did you?”

His eyes soften and a small smile twitches on his face. “Of course not, I just hated to see him touching you. Plus the whole house heard his confession.” We both look to where Raz was last stood, but he is gone, and so is Sam. We were the only ones here. Or so I thought.

“Now I know what everyone was talking about.” A boyish voice gave the idea of a teenager, but turning and looking, I saw what could only be a young man who looks to be in his early twenties. He is tall and gangly, like his limbs are too long for his body. He has a messy mop of mouse brown hair a top his head and chocolate brown eyes. One thing that does concern me was he looks really skinny, as if he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in his entire life. His wings are unique, but in an ugly way. They look as if they are crafted of mud, they are a mix of earth brown and moss green, all swirling together within his wings, yet you could see each individual feather, especially when he walks closer to us.

“Zadkiel.” Luke greets formally. Zadkiel? What kind of name is that?

The Zad guy rolls his eyes. “Seriously, how many times do I have to tell you? It’s Zak! I don’t know what mother was thinking when she thought of that,” He laughs nervously. “Anyway, you must be Emma.” He blushes whilst shaking my hand.

“Yes, nice to meet you.” I smile, but he looks at the floor and fidgets nervously.

“Emma, this is… Zak, also known as Famine.” Luke smiles, these two must be good friends for Luke to smile at him. “What can we do for you?”

“I was… curious. Everyone is talking about the two of you.” He shrugs his skeletal shoulders. Everyone is talking about us? I wonder if people at school remember me; they must be so bored not having anyone to pick on.

“What are they saying?” My severe curiosity is a curse. Luke knows it to because he squeezes me against his chest. Zak looks hesitant, nervously rubbing the back of his neck and shifting from foot to foot.

“Well… they say that… that you are the human that… brainwashed an archangel. They are calling you a… slut, and how you used angels to sleep to the top. Like Sam, they say… you… used him. Both angels and humans arr believing it." He stutters.  The poor guy looks really out of your comfort zone. Luke’s glare only makes it worse.