Angel in Embers: Paranormal Shifter Romance (Supernatural Community Book 4) by Krista Street

Author:Krista Street [Street, Krista]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

The marketplace teemed with life as Xanthia and I strolled through it. She wore a long leather jacket, black leggings, and a ripped T-shirt with some heavy metal band on the front. Her delicate porcelain skin, shiny jet-black hair, and soft beauty contradicted her tough exterior. It was crazy how happy I was to see her, and I tried to focus on that, since it helped keep my emotions in check.

Because inside, I felt Logan’s despair and self-loathing and my anger and feeling of betrayal, but I didn’t want to feel any of that. So instead, I concentrated on Xanthia’s wry comments, the scent of jasmine as we passed a perfume shop, and the steady thrum of conversation from the supernaturals around us.

In a way, it was surreal to be back in the community. More than a few supernaturals watched me as I passed them on the cobblestone lanes. A knowing glint entered their eyes, and respectful nods dipped their chins.

“Um, Xanthia? What the heck’s going on?” I murmured as an older woman nearly bowed to me when we approached the peddler’s booth lined with finely woven scarves and tightly knit mittens.

“You haven’t heard?” Xanthia replied as she picked up a pair of red mittens. “Everyone knows that you’re part angel and that you and Daniel are the reason Stephen didn’t conquer the SF to spray fire and brimstone upon the earth.” She snickered and set the mittens down.

I snorted a laugh. “Ah, what? We are the reason Stephen didn’t kill everyone. We couldn’t have done it without you and everyone else in the SF.”

I paused. It was the closest we’d come to discussing the battle—the battle in which I’d killed Quaneely, causing Xanthia to refuse to speak to me. I set the mittens I’d been feeling back down. “You know, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about what happened … with Quaneely.”

A flash of pain crossed Xanthia’s face, but she quickly masked it. “Can we not? I mean, I know I was pissed at you initially, but after thinking about it and hearing more from others on the ground, I can see now it was the only way to get Stephen.” She picked up another pair of mittens, turning slightly so I couldn’t see her face. “I just had a hard time accepting that at first, but…” She set the mittens back down and made a sound of disgust. “Can we just not talk about it?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Okay. I get it, but please know how sorry I am.”

She gave a stiff nod and took a deep breath. I’d never seen Xanthia cry, but at that moment, I saw the depth of her despair. Her dragons truly meant everything to her.

But I also knew that some people dealt with grief privately. They didn’t want to wear their hearts on their sleeves or have the world see their tears.

And Xanthia’s not wanting to talk about Quaneely’s death didn’t surprise me.

“Hey, let’s go check out that booth.

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