Wicked Nights. Gena ShowalterЧитать онлайн книгу.
already had one whipping looming over his head. Jamila’s. But were he to leave Annabelle behind, she would eventually break. The thought of her crying and begging as his brother had done disturbed him.
He could visit her once a week, he supposed. Check on her, guard her. Unless he was called to battle, of course. Or injured. And in the meantime, while he was gone? What would happen to her?
A counterargument sparked to life. If he aided her, he would not be interfering. Not really. He would be protecting her fully, and that’s why he was here, after all. That’s what his Deity wanted him to do: protect the humans at any cost. Zacharel would be rewarded, not reprimanded. Surely.
Well, then, decision made.
When he closed the distance between them, he… at last discerned the glow Thane had mentioned. A soft, gentle light the same shade as Zacharel’s eyes seeped from her, washing over her, bathing her with a subtle radiance.
But… he had not touched her. Not once.
“Have you been in contact with another angel?” he asked, though no two angels produced the same shade of essentia. But a demon could not have done it. There was no way the epitome of evil could have produced such a magnificent color.
“No.”
Truth. There had to be an explanation. Perhaps… perhaps the glow was all her own, natural. Just because he had never heard of such a thing did not mean it was impossible.
“What are you planning to do to me?” She met his gaze, surprising him with the ferocity banked there, daring him to do… something.
“We will find out together.” He reached out, intending to undo one of the cuffs, and she flinched.
“Don’t!” she said.
Realization dawned. She had been abused, and she expected the same treatment from him.
To promise never to harm her in any way was, perhaps, to lie to her, and he could not lie to her. Humans were sensitive beings, their feelings and bodies easily hurt. Accidents happened. No telling what she would find fault with in their dealings together.
Just how long do you plan to be with her?
“Right now, I plan only to free you and escort you from this place,” he said. “All right?”
Hope flickered in those crystal eyes. “But you said—”
“I changed my mind.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Thank you,” she rushed out. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, a thousand times, thank you. You won’t regret this, I promise. I’m not a danger to anyone. I just want to go somewhere and be by myself. I won’t cause any trouble. I promise! And seriously, thank you!”
He undid the first cuff, walked to her other side and repeated the entire process.
Tears filled her eyes as she pulled her hands tight to her chest and rubbed at her wrists. Not from pain, he didn’t think, but from joy. “Where will you escort me?”
“To my cloud, where you will be safe from the demons.”
A shake of her head, as if she wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly. “Your… cloud? As in, a cloud in the sky?”
“Yes. You may bathe, change clothes, eat. Whatever you wish.” And then… still he had no idea.
“But—and stop me if this sounds crazy—I want to stay on solid ground, where I won’t plunge through mist and fall a bazillion feet only to go splat.”
He loosened one ankle cuff. “Were I to take you anywhere on land, you would be hunted by your own people… not to mention other demons. You’ll be safe in my cloud, I promise you.” He loosened the other cuff.
The moment she was free, she jerked upright, threw her legs over the bed and stood. Though she swayed, she managed to remain on her feet. “Just get me out of the building, and we can go our separate ways. You’ll have done a good deed, and I will remain hidden forever.”
Refusal to obey him, when he’d finally decided to aid her. Was she trying to twist him into knots? “I cannot liberate you without supervision, for I would be blamed for any damage you caused.”
“I won’t—”
“Mean to, I know. But you will.”
“Just give me a chance!”
That’s what he was trying to do. “You have two choices, Annabelle. Stay here, or go to my cloud. Nothing else will be considered.”
Her chin lifted, painting her the very picture of stubbornness. “Can I stay with the other angel, then? The blond.”
Thane? “Why?” he demanded.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I like him better than I like you.”
There was a right way to take that statement?
Honesty was to be commended, and yet Zacharel suddenly battled an inexplicable need to shake her. “You cannot know who you like better. You only spent a few seconds in his company.”
“Sometimes a few seconds is all it takes.”
The fissure in his chest widened. No guilt this time, but a measure of… anger? Oh, yes. Anger. Zacharel was the one who had prevented the doctor from violating her. Zacharel was the one who had freed her. She should like him best. “I am just as fierce a warrior as he is. Fiercer, even.”
A tremor shook her.
Such a reaction… “Perhaps you do not want fierce,” he said, more to himself than to her. Perhaps she craved what she clearly had not encountered in this place. Kindness.
“Look, Winged Wonder. Get me out of here, then we’ll hammer out the details about where I’m staying. Okay?”
“Winged Wonder,” he said, nodding. “I find that I do not mind that one. It fits.”
“Captain Modesty fits better,” she muttered.
“I disagree. Winged Wonder is clearly the better choice for a man such as me, and we will discuss the details now.” He could hardly believe he was having a conversation such as this one. “I will not have you acting out later because there was a misunderstanding between us. I’m dealing with enough of that already.” His gaze pinned her in place. “Tell me why you wish to stay with Thane.”
She gulped but said, “I feel safer with him, that’s all. And besides, snow wasn’t falling from his wings. Why is it falling from yours?”
“The answer does not pertain to you. As for your safety, I have already promised you will be unharmed in my cloud. Therefore, your requirement is met and the details are hammered out. You will stay with me. Come. I will waste no more time with arguments.”
She could not fly, could not flash from one location to another with only a thought, which meant he would have to touch her. He would dislike every second of the contact, he was sure, but he would endure it nonetheless. He extended his hand, motioned with his fingers. “Last chance. Do you stay or do you go?”
I’LL SOON BE FREE OF THIS HELLHOLE, Annabelle thought, wanting to laugh and cry at the same time. She wanted to dance with relief, then hide under the covers from panic. Escape… finally… but would it be the heaven she’d craved—or another version of hell?
Does it matter? You’ll be free of Fitzpervert, free of this cage, free of the drugs and the other patients and the orderlies… free from the demons.
All this time she had been fighting evil beings from hell. Neither of her parents had believed in an afterlife. They had raised her to be skeptical, too. Well, they had been wrong, and she had been wrong, and now she had a lot to learn.
“Annabelle,”