Transgression by Brandy C. Ange

Author:Brandy C. Ange [Ange, Brandy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-947992-02-3
Publisher: Brandy Ange
Published: 2017-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

Shael paced the corridor. He was hoping Luc had taken some time to calm down. The thought of Luc refocusing his efforts on Achaia made Shael sick. She had no idea what she was up against. She had no idea how the spiritual world worked, how wars were waged, or won. She had no allies, save for Naphtali. God-only-knew who her Guardian was, but would they be dedicated enough to face a full frontal assault from Hell itself? Shael doubted it.

Shael swallowed hard. He desperately wanted to know where Achaia was, who she was with, what she was doing. Who had been the one to explain to her what she was? The council? How had they done it? Was she taking it well? Did she hate him?

Shael thought of Anna, when she had died, he had wanted so badly to explain to her what he was. He hadn’t been allowed. And yet, he had still wasted sixteen years of chances to not repeat that mistake with Achaia, and at a greater risk. He failed the test.

Shael entered the grand room with the vaulted ceilings which Luc used as his parlor. Luc was stretched out on one of the ice sofas. He didn’t look up as Shael walked in, but ignored him. Shael approached the bar, and poured two glasses of scotch. The smell of it was strong. Shael could already feel the alcohol in his mind before even taking a sip. He set one glass on the armrest behind Luc’s head, without speaking, then moved to sit on the opposite sofa.

“I want to hate you.” Luc said, ignoring his scotch. “I’m good at hating.”

Shael sat silently, not wanting to interrupt.

“But it is so much worse than hate that I envy you.” Luc sat up, and took his glass and stared into it. “I’ve wanted to rip everything you possess away from you. If not to make it mine, then to taint it and make it like me; to make you watch. To make you understand what it’s like,” Luc paused to sip his scotch, “to be forsaken.” He pressed his lips together, licking the scotch off of them.

Shael sat silently, letting Luc’s words meet him like the tide on the beach, washing against him, before being pulled back out. Calm Luc was more chilling than Luc in a fit of rage. He was far more calculating, and exact with his blows. But Shael wouldn’t drown in Luc’s despair. He refused. He had denied his own chance for redemption, but he still had hope for his daughter, hope for the world. God’s plan didn’t end here. Shael, would cling to that truth. And while he froze in Hell, he trusted God’s will would thrive. And so, Shael was not without hope. He would fight God’s war from within Hell itself.

“I want to see your face when I tear out your heart. To prove to you that you are a coward. You could not look into my eyes as you betrayed me. You didn’t meet my soul with yours to look into its shattered depths as you robbed it.

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