Chasing Angel 3 by J. L. Weil

Author:J. L. Weil [Weil, J. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Paranormal
ISBN: 9781494847258
Publisher: Createspace Independent Pub
Published: 2013-12-30T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Chase’s lips were everywhere.

By everywhere I meant everywhere. And I had a pretty amazing imagination, but this exceeded that. In this dream, I loved every second of it.

A blue zing ignited in the air between us.

I was spellbound, caught in the web of passion only Chase could spin.

He framed my face with his hands, and my eyes fluttered open. As I peered at him from under my lashes, degree by slow degree the spell began to shatter. Staring into his immorally handsome face, I started to see him differently.

Gold eyes turned black.

His tan skin became pale.

And Alastair was leering above.

A shriek got wedged in my throat, and I felt myself suffocate on my own fear. Choking on oxygen, I struggled to calm the rising panic in my chest. My air passage was clear, but I still couldn’t breathe.

A bony hand with long, discolored nails that were in dire need of a manicure ran over my face. “If you fight, it only gets worse, little one.” His voice slithered over my skin, slimy and grotesque.

My hands instinctually went to my neck, and in my head I screamed Chase’s name, which only made the increasing pressure worse. Oh God. Was it possible to die in a dream? Because at this moment, I was sure I wouldn’t wake up again. I would die a terrible death in my head, never able to cry out, never to wake up.

“The longer you fight me, the more I enjoy it,” he hissed. His true form and Chase’s flickered before my eyes. I could feel him losing hold on the illusion he put inside my dream.

It occurred to me that he was in my head, screwing around in there and messing with my dreams, but it was so hard to break through the panic. My instincts wanted to resist, to continue to fight for a breath of air. But I couldn’t stop staring at his inhuman eyes and the souls that were trapped behind them.

This wasn’t my first rodeo with a demon, and somehow as my gaze was fastened on him, I realized that I wasn’t alone. All those souls he had stolen gave me the push I needed to break the enchantment he had me sedated in.

For all the lives he stole.

For Chase.

For my mom.

For Sierra.

I had it in me. It was there, just waiting to be tapped. I stopped thinking about the pain, about the lack of oxygen, and thought only of Chase. His stunning color-changing eyes. The curve of his sexy smirk. His dark and powerful strength.

Our bond was going to save me, time and time again. The sooner Hell realized that, the better.

Once I had a clear picture of him in my head, Alastair’s true form was substantial. His oily lips pulled back into a half leer. “I knew you had it in you.”

“Go screw yourself,” I spat, short breathed.

The sound of his laugh filled my head, rattling brain matter. “You were made for Hell. My son has served his purpose, and now you shall serve me.

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