Falcon's Angel by Danita Minnis

Author:Danita Minnis [Minnis, Danita]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, romance, Fantasy & Futuristic, historical, Historical Romance, Paranormal, angels
ISBN: 9781595789426
Google: j6aLAwAAQBAJ
Amazon: B0086WG6N4
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Published: 2012-05-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Two

This must be Hell.

Angelina rocked back and forth on the bed, her breathing exercises keeping her sane.

When she woke from the drug they had given her in the car, she was in this huge cavern. A fire roared up to the stone ceiling and for a moment, she thought she was still trapped in the nightmare that woke her. But she was not in the blazing mansion of her dreams. She was underground.

Without the fire, the air whipping through the cavern would be frigid.

The blaze warmed even the far corner where she sat on a huge bed covered in red velvet.

The mute had shown her a small pit in one of the alcoves in the cavern where she could relieve herself. She’d hardly ventured that far from the bed on the dais, a luxurious island in this stone prison.

Angelina felt as if she had stepped into another time. Somewhere ancient and mysterious, a long ago age of runes and soothsayers.

In her weakened state, she could imagine a demonic priestess stood before the roaring blaze across the cavern, with arms upraised casting spells on doomed villagers in some forgotten language.

Without natural light to distinguish between night and day, she could not tell how long she had been locked in this subterranean room. It seemed like forever.

She stared across the cavern at the great pit of fire. She had stopped screaming at her captors hours ago. It did no good. If they heard her through these stone walls, they chose to ignore her.

Now that she’d woken, her old fears of entrapment surged, threatening to suffocate her. Though somewhat dulled by hunger, her fears took shape in the flickering reflections of the fire on the cave walls. There was no escape from the twenty-foot high specters that she imagined to inch along the wall toward her. Or from the fire itself that seemed to lash out at her with orange claws.

But in the midst of terror, her survival instinct remained strong. The only way to live through this was to stay calm. She concentrated on taking slow, deep breaths and closed her eyes tight against the shadows on the walls. She kept them closed until she fell asleep.

Margaux…

Angelina opened her eyes. Someone had called that name again.

The fire was larger now. Shadows loomed over the bed on the cavern walls.

“Who’s there?”

No answer. Must be the blaze shifting the way the shadows moved off towards the fire.

But she felt as if someone had been watching her.

Angelina jumped as the bolt on the heavy, wooden double doors was thrown.

A hooded man came through the stone archway carrying a tray.

She gathered the velvet bedspread around her as he shut the doors behind him.

The man crossed the cavern in silence in a curious brown robe. It was tied with a length of rope around his waist and skimmed the flagstones.

The man carried a basin of water and a garment hung over his arm. He placed the tray on the nightstand. Small pastel-colored crescents were laid out on linen.

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