Fragile Fury - (Glass Angels book one)

Fragile Fury - Chapter Thirteen

Next part, Hopefully this makes the whole Glass Angel thing a little less confusing.

Sorry that it is kind of short,

Chapter Thirteen

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It was no surprise to Jordan that as he had appeared at the Fallen's study with his unconscious daughter lying in his arms, covered in blood while the vampire royal family were gliding down the corridor behind him, that he wasn't at all pleased.

"Who," the Fallen said, staying firmly seated in his chair, "was the one to knock her out?" The questions had been rolling from the Fallen's tongue for over an hour, and he was still asking the same ones.

Nobody moved in the silent room, only broken by breathing. Jordan was convinced that only he and Vaughn had a need for oxygen. The dead didn't need it, did the immortal fallen angels? The Fallen sighed before elegantly unfolding his legs and standing up. He brushed his fingers across the wooden desk.

The look he had in his eyes made Jordan look away, but what his eyes wasn't much of an improvement. Anna was still in his arms, he refused to put her down, glaring at Asher and Damon as they tried to take her from him. He was awfully possessive, and didn't know why.

Anna's body was stretched the length of an antique looking sofa, with her head resting in Jordan's lap. Her lips were a little parted, her eyes closed. Even covered in blood he thought she looked peaceful and he idly stroked the hair out of her face. When she had kissed him in the kitchen, it had been all sparks and fire, not a warm glow. Jordan wondered why the blissful moment had had to have been ruined by the suddenly newly acquired rapid healing skills.

"It would save a lot of pain an effort if you would just step forward," the Fallen's eyes slid from vampire to vampire, with his lips twitching at the corners into the smirk they all knew so well. "And tell me that you were the one to knock out my daughter . . ." HE paused, his lips twitching a little more, "Jake."

"Oh for Pete's sake," Ellie threw her arms up in exasperation. "You are you games infuriate me, you knew it was him all along didn't you? But you still play these silly mind games, well," Ellie said, "I can play them too,"

"Attempt anything on me, child and I shall have your status revoked," The Fallen smiled at her. Jordan could have sworn to look inside the Princess' head would mean an unimaginable death.

"I had to do it, my Lord," Jake stepped forward, his spine straight his hands clasped behind his back. "She is a Glass Angel, the first of the four. My brother's blood woke her, just as the prophecies said it would. 'Vampire blood shall wake the first on the dawn of a new age.'"

"The blood of a man, half wolf, shall rise the second from her early grave," Lorelei spoke softly from the corner of the room without looking. Her pale fingers danced along the book shelves.

"A fairy of a season shall wake the third with the death of the great bird," Carter spoke the next line. The Fallen slammed his hands - palms down - against the desk.

"'And all shall be complete, with a thunderous hoof beat as the fourth angel shall awake and join her brothers and sisters. The first Glass Angel brings a warning to all she should meet. When her glass tears shatter, their blood will fall thick. The uprising begins, the day the dead girl dies again. Though make no mistake, they are not alone, the four who breath their life to their armies, bring more than death to the battle field.'"

"You said before, Sir, that you would kill every Glass angel that was found," Vaughn looked towards Anna; Jordan clenched his fists in his hair. He pulled her closer to him, tightening his grip. "Should we kill her?"