Fragile Fury - (Glass Angels book one)

Fragile Fury - Chapter Nine

Okay, redone chapter nine so its longer

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Chapter Nine

ANNA HAD SPENT MOST OF THE NIGHT IN A CEMETERY WITH DAMON. NOT exactly what she had been expecting. Then again, her life had taken an unexpected twist as soon as she killed a man, sprouted wings, and killed a shadow. Yesterday had been a very strange day.

Anna sighed gently as she brushed her fingers through the silky feathers that covered her bare skin like a blanket. She smiled as her fingers tingled; knowing full well that at the other end of the wing was the Dark Angel. She turned over, enjoying the silk like feathers brushing across her thigh.

Damon was with his face buried in to the pillows. The blanket that had been pulled neat across the bed before they climbed in was now barely covering the small of his tanned back. Anna let her eyes wander before he turned his head and looked at her.

'Morning,' he raised an eyebrow at her, 'What are you thinking?' Anna frowned, pulling his wing across her chest as she sat up.

'Where are my clothes?' she asked, Damon shuffled closer to her, she shuffled away. He laughed, the noise wrapped around Anna in a way no noise should. She frowned, 'Stop doing that.'

'Sorry, force of habit,' he grinned. 'You want your dress, it's over there,' Damon pointed at a chair in the furthest corner of room.

Anna looked down, then back up at his face 'Can you get it for me?'

'Why?'

'I have nothing on, and I need your wing to cover up,'

Damon rolled his eyes, 'How am I supposed to get your dress, from over there, if you have hold of my wing. Anna scowled at him before reaching forwards and snatching the silk sheet that was sliding off of the bed. Anna noticed - as she turned back to him - the deadly smirk that was sliding from the corner of his lips. He had rolled over so he was on his back, one wing spread out behind Anna, the other tucked away behind his back. The sheet covered even less of his front, than it did his back.

'Could you' - Anna waved her hand - without looking - at his newly exposed skin, - 'You know . . . cover up.'

'Why? Do I make you nervous?' he laughed. Anna growled at him before wrapping the sheet around her and clutching it to her chest. She huffed as she climbed off of the bed and stalked across the room.

It wasn't a small room, and Anna was distinctly aware of Demons eyes following her every movement. Then if my Magik the bottom of the sheet pulled tight around her legs, her legs tangled between themselves, and she hit the floor with an "oomph".

Anna clenched her jaw and turned to Damon who was holding his stomach while he laughed. Still crouched on the floor, holding the sheet tighter to her chest, Anna drew her lip back and snarled at him. She ran her tongue along two elongated fangs that hap slid down. Then, faster than she through possible, she got to her feet. She ran across the room in somewhat of a blur.

Grabbing her dress from the chair she spun round and ran to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, then opened it again and peered though the gap. Damon had stopped laughing. His mouth was wide open staring at her.

He didn't say anything, just stared. Anna dropped the sheet away, hissed and slammed the door shut. She lent her back against the cold wood and closed her eyes, while she took deep breaths.