chaos rises 03 - chaos falls by Pippa DaCosta

Author:Pippa DaCosta [DaCosta, Pippa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crazy Ace Publishing
Published: 2017-12-19T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

I woke sprawled on a bed, not in Anna’s bungalow but in a bedroom the size of my entire apartment. Impressive wings draped across the king-size, cushioned and blanketed in glossy black feathers. My wings. Oh. I lay still, wondering if they might dissolve into air, never to return, should I move. Tentatively, I flexed one tip. The leading feathers fanned wider. Definitely my wings. My element spread far and wide, unhindered, smooth and unstoppable. I tasted the sea on the air, tasted the heat, the ebb and flow of life, and mentally rode the currents swirling nearby.

I hadn’t felt this good in… I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this restored.

Rising from the bed, I approached a wall of mirrors. My wings gleamed, every feather pristine. I flexed their reach and breathed in, expecting pain. None came. My reflection admired me in return. Taut muscle, a body sculpted for strength and stamina. Every inch a marvel, every hard curve exquisite.

Magnificent.

Even my scars had vanished. The one on my chin, given to me by Mammon, and the dimple on my lower waist… gone, like Anna was gone.

Wetness tracked down my cheek. I touched the tear, let it rest on my fingertip, and peered at it.

No. Don’t think about her. About how this power cost her her life. About how your pride killed an innocent, brave, wonderful woman.

Twisting grief interrupted my thoughts, doubling me over.

I hugged my wings in close.

Don’t think about Anna.

Don’t think about what I did.

I had killed others over the years. Too many to count. Slaughtered hundreds merely because it had suited me, because I was demon. But that was before…

Grief hollowed me out and dumped me on my knees. All this time, Christian had been right.

He should have killed me.

In the mirror, my wings—my restored glory—mocked me. But not for long.

There had to be a kitchen, and in it would be knives or sawing implements, a means to sever the offending appendages. If I hacked them off, it wouldn’t bring her back, but I couldn’t stand to see them. I couldn’t bear this terrible remorse.

I dashed from the bedroom, down a curving hallway, and strode through an empty living room. No kitchen, but there had to be one somewhere. Every house had a kitchen. On and on I searched. Room led into room and corridors abruptly ended. Was this a house or a maze?

Floor-to-ceiling windows pulled me closer. I pressed my hands to the glass, almost covering the city sprawl of LA with my fingers. Then it occurred to me that there were no seams in the windows, no joins in the polished marble floor, no kitchen or bathroom either. Human hands hadn’t built this house. It had been crafted the same way I crafted my human vessel. It was too perfect.

“She is a god.”

I turned, wings sweeping across the floor, and found Kar’ak, in human form, reclining on a perfectly white couch. His shabby jacket and jeans didn’t fit the scene.

“As much as

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