Fragile Fury - (Glass Angels book one)

Chapter Twenty

Chapter twenty! Wow. This one is a little complex, so try and keep up :P  

http://image61.webshots.com/161/1/0/73/2979100730050443493XdQMPg_fs.jpg << thats the touchy feely wolf man Cameron ;P  

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Jess' POV - She is the Winter Faerie princess, if anyone had forgotten)

The air had grown colder while Jess sat on her frosted patch of ground, refusing to stand up, relax or look at him. She clenched her teeth and pulled her fingers through the earth on either side of her until it lodged firmly beneath her finger nails.

"I said, doesn't daddy know what happens to pretty faeries, when they are left alone?" Jess jumped when she felt his hot breath across her shoulder as his fingers caught the tips of her wings holding her still.

She stood up, and spun herself round to face him; he hadn't let her wings go, so suddenly she was very close to his chest with his arm reaching over her shoulder. She glared up at that overly perfect face, with the crimson eyes and carved cheek bones. Forcing a bitter sweet smile, Jess said, "Don't you know what happens when you piss of pretty faeries, Damon?"

He smirked, his deadly condescending smirk at her, "no," he said, "but I'm willing to find out." Unspoken words, danced behind his eyes, silently taunting her, 'give me your best shot', they said. Jess stomped her on the floor and clenched her fists at her sides. She had known him for too long to not know what he was like.

Spinning away from him, she stalked in the general direction she had come from, only to be jerked back. "I swear, Damon, if you don't let go on my wings right now, I'm going to freeze your fingers until the drop off!"

"Aw, Jess, if this is you saying you wanna hold my hand? All you have to do is ask," he laughed behind her. Taking a long deep breath in through her nose, and blowing it of her mouth again, Jess forced another sickly smile. Her ocean blue eyes sparkling dangerously as she tilted her head to the side. She noted how his eyes widened a little, his fingers slowly - cautiously - letting go of her wing tips, as he stepped away from her.

"Why were you in the forest?" She frowned, stepping closer to him, "my forest."

"Oh, you know," Damon shrugged his shoulders, waving off her remark with his hand, "the usual."

"So, you're either snooping around, or you're trying to get a girl to sleep with you." Jessica scoffed, it repulsed her how many girls the Dark Angel and slept with. His grin grew, and Jess repressed the shudder wishing to run down her spin. He grinned the same way a wolf did, all teeth.

"Snooping is such a nasty term for it." He looked over the top of her head, jess turned round to see what he was looking for. No doubt there was something - someone - waiting in the darkness that she couldn't see. Thinking for a second, she decided she didn't want to see any his dirty little secrets. "I was gathering some . . . information-"

"By snooping," she pointed out, with a smug smile. The muscle in his Jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth.

Sighing, he said "Yes, by snooping." He grabbed her elbow pulling her close to him, he whispered, "we're being watched," pulling her arm out of his grip she looked around her. "You won't see them. I think your father sent the Shadow fae after you," Jess wanted to tell him that her father would never do such a thing. He was a king, and she was a princess, he wouldn't send the lowest level of faerie after her. But the nagging gut feeling she always got when something was true, was currently tying her stomach in knots.

Damon moved his lips closer to her ear. His breaths burnt her icy skin in a way she had not felt before, "Your father," he said, "wants to kill Anna. He wants to start a war." Jess was faintly aware of the sizzle her fingertips made when they touched his bare chest, steam rising between them. Where there is Fire, there is Ice. "He wants to start an uprising against The Fallen.