Burning Gods And Wicked Angels
Mister Noble chuckled darkly, his long fingers were stroking the peeling gold lettering of the decrepit book tenderly and very softly, like a Mother would her child's head to comfort it after a fright. He opened it ever so carefully, the fragile old pages reminded me of delicate snowflakes, touch them for too long and they would be gone, forever erased.
The dim light in the antique store seemed to make the man's features look softer than they were, full lips and high cheekbones, his long eyelashes, framing his eyes of darkest brown.
He appeared lost in the torrid abyss of the past, like he was forever tormented by a history that could not be undone. Shackled by memories, unable to move. A caged animal, that was waiting for his wildness to roar again.
I drank in his appearance, fascinated by the unknown and terrifying man in front of me.
"Do you want to take a picture, it will last longer." Raising an eyebrow, he lets the book fall closed, placing it firmly back in the wooden shelve, leaving a now prominently musty smell in the air.
Finally he turned around to face me. I had waited for this opportunity all evening.
My fists were clenched tightly, but I barely noticed the way my nails were digging ferociously into the palms of my sweaty hands.
I felt the tension and anxiety build up in my body as I stared at him, my mind full of a hundred questions, yet there was only one that mattered in this instance.
"Did you kill my sister?"
When Amelia's sister mysterious dies, she sets out on a journey to find out what really happened to her.
Leaving her quiet small hometown, she meets the mysterious Mister Noble, who might be her downfall or the one that saves her.
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