Collision by Breukelaar J.S.;

Author:Breukelaar, J.S.;
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Meerkat Press, LLC
Published: 2019-03-25T04:00:00+00:00

“What the hell did they do to you?” the angel growls. “These legs pinch like fuck.”

“Keeps me on my toes.”

Looking at the angel I see her instead. I underestimated his size. He is as tall as Esme, his shoulders sinewy like hers, and although unscarred, his nonflesh is seamed with empathetic silver, like an alabaster god. Pieces of his pretty face flap and collide.

“She didn’t know you,” the angel says. “You could have told her, Abomination.”

The first time I saw her again, I was jealous, I admit. Surrounded by the happily wounded members of her battle family, jostling each other, joking and talking trash. Their smooth bodies sleek with muscle. Esme’s a galaxy of scars. Some scruffy memory dog at her feet, smelling of rain. The way she looked when I invited her to my quarters for the first time, feeling the slow engine of fate rumble to life. Dark Wing, Sir, reporting for duty. I asked her what she loved about flying, and she just said, “The stars.”

The stars.

They were in her blood. Literally in her DNA from the source code I spliced onto the surrogate’s DNA. Because I could.

“I tried to tell her,” my uplifted arms throb and I can’t feel my fingers on my left hand, the one without the mace. “I asked her if she knew who I was when she rescued me, and twice she said she was just doing her duty, Sir, how I could have been anyone.”

“But you knew who you were,” the angel says. “And what.”

“She had her chance.”

My jaw aches with clenching. The rain beats down harder.

“You trapped her, Major.” Suddenly he is gone, leaving only his raging voice and filthy wings towering above me like a bird of prey. “Not just with the Dust, but with your power. What kind of chance is that?”

“Any chance of getting a nose itch?” I say, my head doing wild one-eighties to find the rest of him—and me—in the dark. I feel crippled in the glow of the disembodied wings, helpless. Suddenly he materializes at the end of the bed again, crossing my knees over his ankles and wiggling my toes. I scream in agony.

“What about her family?” he says, his voice clawing at the darkness. “Did you ask her about them?”

My breath is ragged, my throat knifing. “She told me about a mother, a stepfather who died a few years ago.”

“And her real father, Abomination? The one who made her?”

I close my eyes. “I was never particularly interested in Esme’s past. It was her future I claimed.”

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