The Vanishing

Chapter 7

I laughed a little too hard at Wyatt's suggestion.

He frowned at me in disapproval.

"Wyatt, I think I'd believe demon before I believed fallen angel." I said.

He furrowed his brow at me and took his glasses off before furiously flipping through the pages.

"Wait, if you're a vampire, why do you need glasses?" I asked.

"I don't. I needed them before I became a vampire. I decided I liked them and kept wearing them. Mostly I find that girls fancy my sexy writer look best." I laughed but my cheeks warmed as I remembered when we first met and I decided he looked writerly and very attractive.

He kept flipping til he found the page he was looking for. "Here."

He pointed at a picture at the top of the page.

A tall muscular man stood naked on top of a rock with a wave crashing into it. He had dark brown skin and hair as black as night. His wings looked exactly like mine only larger, more regal.

"Who is that?" I asked, fixated on the man's wings.

"It's the angel Azazel. One of the most infamous fallen angels." He said.

I let that sink in for a moment as my phone buzzed and I took it out of the pocket of my jeans absent-mindedly.

Henry had texted me telling me he was waiting at the front gates.

"I'm going to get Henry, I'll be back." I said.

"What are we supposed to tell him?" Wyatt asked.

"Everything. Minus the supernatural stuff." I answered.

Wyatt lifted an eyebrow at me, but nodded and rejoined the others.

I grabbed Morghan's hoodie from the chair closest to the door to cover the rips in the back of my shirt. Hopefully she won't mind...

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I came back with Henry and everyone in the room stopped talking.

Nina gave him a little wave.

"Henry, this is Wyatt, Morghan, Nina, and Patrick." I named them in the order that they were lounging or, in Patrick's case, brooding around the couch.

Morghan gave me a look when she recognized her jacket and I motioned a later at her.

Patrick was staring intently at Henry.

Henry gazed unshiftingly at Nina. "If it's not too much trouble to you, Nina, will you tell us what you remember about your disappearance?" He said.

"Well I remember following Evie's trail. I noticed it ended at the stables. Then, I remember calling out to you guys. I'm sorry, but I don't remember anything else." She said.

"What about how we got you back?" I asked.

Morghan pulled me aside and spoke in a low whisper. "She'd have to have been extremely close to death for me to pull her through like that." She turned and looked at Nina. "I'm pretty sure I pulled her out of limbo." Morghan said.

Nina looked suddenly ill.

"Maybe we should stop for the day. Everyone looks a little worse for wear." I offered and Nina nodded thankfully.

Morghan linked her arm with Nina and headed out to our dorm.

Wyatt and a reluctant Patrick went back to their rooms as well.

"How are you doing kiddo?" Henry asked.

"I'm exhausted. This is a lot for anyone to take in." I rubbed my forehead with the back of my hand.