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Angels have come to Earth, changing everything.
Months later, Cassie, a psychic and recluse finds an angel in her kitchen who wants her help.
On the other side of the world, Natalie is in love with an angel.

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8. Chapter Eight - Natalie

There is no note from my family, only the one I left the last time I visited with Isaiah.

In the daylight it’s easy to see that nothing has been touched. I grip the edge of the breakfast bar, taking deep breaths.

“We need to go.” He brushes some hair behind my ear, resting a hand on my hip. “The low cloud will give us cover.”

“We’re flying?” I ask, excited.

I’d only flown with my angel once before and I’d loved it.

“We need to get back. Unfortunately.”

“Let’s go then.” Smiling, I try to put on a brave face but he can see through it.

“You will see them again, Natalie.”

I kiss his cheek, saying, “I know I will.” I just hope that it’s before I die.

*

The journey is over too quickly and we’re back at the hotel on the roof. My hair is windswept and I stumble slightly as Isaiah sets me down.

“Are you alright?” He grabs my elbow, steadying me.

On a high from the flight, I grin and press my lips against his super soft ones. My body wants to melt into his but the angel pulls back.

“We need to return to the hotel room – we can’t get caught up here again.”

Lacing his fingers through mine, Isaiah leads me over to the door and down the stairwell. We manage to avoid bumping into anyone until we reach our floor. I blanch when I see who it is and turning my back to them, I pretend to be absorbed in playing with my angel’s shirt collar.

“There you are, Isaiah.”

“Nathaniel,” he replies in greeting, slipping an arm around me possessively.

“There’s a meeting. You’re needed.”

My angel makes to start walking but Nathaniel tells him, “Leave her here.”

He hesitates for a second before ordering me to go to our room. I watch apprehensively as the two angels leave.

What is the meeting about if humans aren’t allowed to go?

 

BEFORE

When I woke up the morning after the party I was alone.

Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes, wondering where my mostly silent guardian/companion had gone. This was the first time I had been alone since coming here. I was definitely going take advantage of the current absence of a certain winged-person.

I got out of bed, adjusted my dress which had become twisted during my sleep, and bounded over to the door. Turning the handle, I peered outside. The hallway was empty so I stepped out, closing the door quietly behind me. The cream carpet was soft beneath my feet as I followed it around a corner. There was a lift at the end of the corridor and a door with a picture of stairs above it. I had just decided to take the stairs when the lift doors opened with a ping, presenting an angel.

Shit.

Tall and bulky, he was intimidating enough without his nearly black wings which gave him the appearance of an angel of death. His angular features and short, dark hair also helped promote that image.

“What are you doing?” Exiting the lift, the angel eyed me suspiciously.

I stared at my feet, trying to think of a reason why I was allowed to be out of my room.

“I remember seeing you last night at the party. You were with Isaiah.”

The angel grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to meet his gaze. Black eyes bored into mine. My knees trembled in fear.

“What are you doing out here?” he demanded, nails digging into my skin.

“I . . .”

The wind was knocked out of my lungs as the angel threw me against the wall.

“Isaiah’s not here so you’re all mine, to do with as I please.”

His mouth smothered mine. Screaming, I thrashed around, trying to escape.

“You dare fight back?” he cried, reddening in anger.

My face exploded in pain and I fell to the ground.

“Let’s see if he wants you now.” The angel smirked down at me.

*

I couldn’t remember returning to the hotel room or going into the bathroom but that was where Isaiah found me.

“Natalie? What happened?”

I was standing over the sink, clutching my nose. Blood was smeared over my hands and the mirror.

Rushing to my side, he gently pulled my hands away to examine the damage.

“Who did this to you?”

Unable to look at him, I focused on the tap. “It doesn’t matter.”

It wasn’t like Isaiah could do anything – I was human. I was nothing.

“Let me help you.” He took a towel off the side and wet it with some water. “Here.”

“I can do it.” Snatching the towel from him, I raised my face to the mirror. I didn’t want him, an angel, to touch me.

I winced at my reflection. I was a mess.

The angel disappeared at some point while I was cleaning myself up but I found him waiting in the suite with a bag of ice cubes.

“Here.”

“Thanks,” I mumbled, taking the bag off him and practically burying my head in it.

The relief was instant as the cold spread across my skin.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” When I didn’t reply, he asked, “You left the room didn’t you? You can’t go out there alone, Natalie. It’s not safe.”

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, I felt my nose. Had I set it properly? I didn’t want it to be crooked.

“Promise me that you will stay in here when I am not around.”

“Fine, I promise. Where were you anyway?”

The angel gestured to the bedside table where there was a stack of sketchbooks and colouring utensils.

When I glanced back at Isaiah he had taken up his place by the window.

Despite my aching nose, I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips as I picked up the art supplies. He had gotten them for me. 

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." He didn't switch his attention from the glass but I thought I could hear the hint of a smile of his own when he spoke.

 

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