The Lost Fallen by L.C. Mortimer

Author:L.C. Mortimer [Mortimer, L.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-08-24T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Serenity pushed her ice cream away from her.

So that’s what happened to angels who stayed around.

They were hunted down like dogs and tortured, hurt. They were killed. They were destroyed, and apparently, it was painful. She knew there was a reason she had left the area she’d lived with Oliver. She knew there was a reason she didn’t feel okay in crowds.

She just didn’t know this was it.

“Why don’t they warn us?” She asked, gasping. Suddenly, the apartment felt small. Too small. She couldn’t breathe, and she reached for her throat.

“Breathe, Serenity,” Wrath’s deep voice reached to her through the darkness that was spreading through the room. “Take a deep breath. It’s going to be okay.”

She didn’t listen. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. She was going to die. That’s what this came down to. She was going to die, to be destroyed, and no one could save her. No one could help her. They were going to destroy her.

They were going to kill her.

“Serenity!” Wrath’s voice suddenly was loud, and close, and she looked at him. His hands were on her shoulders, and they were both in the living room. How had they gotten here? She didn’t remember getting up from the table, didn’t remember leaving the kitchen.

“I can’t, I can’t,” she sputtered, shaking her head. Wrath pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

“You can,” he said. “And I will be here, Serenity. I will protect you. I will watch over you.”

“I need to paint,” she whispered, and he let her go. She went over to her easel and picked up her paintbrush. She cried as she began to work on something new, something she’d never made before. The tears slid down her cheeks silently as she moved the brush over the canvas, over and over and over again.

“It’s okay to be scared.”

“I’m not scared.”

Wrath laughed. “Could’ve fooled me.”

She glared at the painting, but didn’t turn to see him. She wasn’t scared. She was terrified. She also didn’t want him to know that about her, didn’t want him to realize what an effect this was having on her.

“It’s okay,” he repeated. “To be scared. We’re all scared sometimes, Serenity. It’s what we choose to do with that fear that matters.”

“That matters?” She spun around, paintbrush still in hand. She glared at him because right now, he was the one telling her about all of the evil in the world. She didn’t want to hear it, didn’t want it to be true. Right now, Serenity wanted, for the very first time since she’d cut off her wings, to just go home.

She just wanted to be home.

“The only thing that matters is that I made a choice, Wrath. I made a choice to be human for a man I loved and he left me.”

Wrath’s eyes widened ever-so-slightly, but he didn’t react. He just stood there, waiting, watching her. His big arms were crossed over his chest, but he just looked at her. He was more patient than anyone Serenity had ever met, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do about that.

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