The TV flashed a sitcom about a man with two teenage daughters. I’d religiously watched this channel for so long now, I could basically recite the schedule.
“How much longer do we have to stay here?” I breathed, rolling over on my stomach to look at Ayden.
He was lounging on the couch with his arms over his face.
“Hm?”
“We’ve been here for days!” I whined. “It’s getting a little redundant.”
“Ah, yes. Well I guess we could go soon. They probably think I’ve gone home by now,” he shrugged, unfolding his arms to look at me. “But not today.”
I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“Why not?” I complained. “You know, I really do need to get home soon. I’m pretty sure people are starting to worry.” Oliver. His name rang through my mind. I haven’t called him since the day of the pool incident.
“Well, we aren’t going to get much done this late at night. I called Mick yesterday and he said he hasn’t been able to find an available flight. So even if we get there, we’re going to be stuck in an airport terminal. Not to mention, I’m not quite ready to leave and I haven’t even shown you the best part about this place yet,” he explained.
I raised an eyebrow.
“The best part?”
He laughed, shifting to look at me.
“You’re so easily swayed,” he teased.
I glowered at him.
“Just saying,” he defended. “Anyway, we’ll head up there and I’ll show you tonight, then we can walk around tomorrow. We’ll get a move on in the next few days.”
“Fine,” I surrendered. “So what’s this ‘best part’ anyway?”
“Impatient. What if I wanted to surprise you?”
I made a face.
“I hate surprises.”
“Well, I think you’ll like this one more if it’s a surprise so you’ll have to wait a little bit.”
“Ugh, fine!” I huffed in defeat.
He laughed again.
“What time is it?”
“About eleven thirty,” I mumbled in an annoyed tone.
“Oh, don’t be so grumpy about it. There’s only maybe a half an hour left.”
I rolled over on my back and stared at the ceiling.
“Who exactly are we hiding from, anyway?” I asked. Now seemed like a good time to work on that list of questions I had been building.
“Hm, with all your questions, I’m surprised this one didn’t come out sooner,” he remarked.
I shrugged and waited for his answer. Exhaling, he sat up.
“Well, as Giselle said, a lot of people want me dead,” he muttered.
“Like who? And why?” I quickly shot back.
“I’m getting there,” he smiled at my impatience. “Considering I kill those who threaten humans, I’m wanted by angels, demons and darklings alike. There’s also the Creed but that’s a different story.
“To put it simply, I break rules. I’m just such a rebel. I can’t help it,” he shrugged. “Does my rebellious nature turn you on?”
“No,” I answered shortly. “Angels? Aren’t they supposed to be good?”
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Trigger
Fantasy"Go ahead, pull that trigger. You know, that's the only reason I brought you here in the first place. So you could put that pretty little finger of yours on that trigger and pull it," he growled venomously, spreading his arms in welcome. "Send me to...
