Fallen Feather (The Forgotten Angel Book 2) by Merri Bright

Author:Merri Bright [Bright, Merri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bright and Dark Publishing
Published: 2022-08-23T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 21

Gavriel

The skies above Texas were an ominous greenish-gray, the cloudbank looming over the Earth like an avalanche waiting for the lightest touch to begin the devastation.

A feather falling on it would be enough.

Mikhail soared on my left, scanning the ground below visually, while I listened, dipping in and out of mortals’ minds with the ease of long practice. It was almost the only way to know how to plan a mission; we had to know first who was in danger of falling into shadow, and where to apply the pressure to move the potential future into the light.

Not that I’d been doing a great job of it for the past centuries. Not since Arabella had… No. I had to stop blaming Arabella’s fall for my own failures. Mikhail had gone on for centuries in silent sacrifice, literally carving himself into pieces to provide for Earth and Sanctuary alike, with no complaint. He had never hinted at the pain he must have felt. Never once mentioned the sealed Well, though I had sensed the resignation in his soul when he’d known he would remain alone forever.

But he hadn’t. I glanced at him, startled at the burnished shine of his wings in a sudden, stray beam of sunlight. He was watching for signs of the demon, but his soul… It was so light, and I had a feeling the energy he released in his joyful state could dissipate the entire storm.

“She’s good for you,” I shouted into the wind, not wanting him to hear the tinge of jealousy I feared I would reveal in my thoughts. “I’ve never seen you this happy.”

“She is the most unexpected gift…” His voice trailed off as he pointed to a plume of deep gray and black smoke. “That fire, Gav. Does it look like…?” We both sniffed.

A waft of sulfur and burning flesh met my nostrils. “Hellfire,” I agreed, and we both banked sharply down and to the left. The building wasn’t visibly ablaze, but smoke was pouring out the windows all along one side. I tried the door, murmuring the angelic word to unlock it. It slid quietly open, and we stepped inside. The room smelled of stale urine, feces, and burning hair, an odor that had seeped into the walls. More than that, it stank of terror, desperation, and pain. Shouting—desperate screams and cursing—came from a doorway to the left, the same side as the smoke. As we strode toward that room, a small, muffled whimper sounded from our right.

At the end of the warehouse on the right, there were odd half-walls, like shelving units had been stacked to make cells. I sensed the hum of an electrical current of some sort running along the metal shelving. “Children,” Mikhail said, his voice heavy with rage. “I’ll free them.”

“Mmm,” I agreed. “I’ll go make sure this demon never touches them again.” We separated, and I tore the door off its hinges, incensed. There was nothing so despicable as someone who would hurt the innocent.

Though that’s what you did, isn’t it, Gavriel? my conscience taunted.

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