Wingless by Lavati Taylor

Author:Lavati, Taylor [Lavati, Taylor]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Published: 2014-09-19T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Victory

Despite the fact that the other hunters are in the midst of decapitating Demons, Luke whisks me into his arms with a wide smile on his face. I can't help but giggle as I'm lifted high into the air like I weigh nothing at all.

"Now what?" I ask as I'm placed back on solid ground. I try to straighten out my shirt and compose myself, but I'm beyond flustered.

"What do you want to do?" he asks me back.

"Show me your world."

Instead of answering, he nods and wraps his hand around mine, our fingers interlacing. My body ignites from his touch. We leave the hunters, behind and when I turn to say goodbye, I notice a large fire spiraling up from where the Demon's body was on the ground.

Luke must see the question in my eyes because he says, "To cover our tracks." I guess that makes sense. I let him lead me around the city. He points out various landmarks along the way, which I guess I missed the first time when I followed Luke around. He never drops my hand, even when I try to pull away, because I'm scared my hand is sweaty.

In fact when I try to un-join our hands, he squeezes it harder, as if promising not to let go. I look up into his eyes, and they smile down at me. He's beautiful. He's the only person who I feel comfortable with down her, and I kind of like him.

Too soon, we make it back to the sanctuary.

Luke drops my hand as we step up to the purple and green archway. He reaches forward and grabs the door handle, tugging it open for me to step through. I go first, and wait in the front room for him to follow.

He leads me to the elevator, and we step in side by side. It's shockingly silent between us, and I feel the need to break it. "So do you like it?" I ask him.

"Like what, Angel?"

I roll my eyes at the word Angel, but let it slide. "You know. Killing," I try to explain.

" I think it's necessary."

"I didn't ask that." I frown at him since it feels like he's dodging my question. "Do you like it? Do you like the thrill, the killing?"

He pauses, looking down at me with an oddly vacant stare. "I love it," he answers just as the red doors slide open. He holds out his hand to me, palm face up, and I take it. Then he steps onto the recreational floor we visited briefly before. The fact that he loves killing should scare me and shoot off red flags, but it almost has the opposite effect on me.

I'm bombarded by my senses as we walk farther and farther into the floor. There's a mixture of different scents from various food, and they're jumbled into one big mix of an aroma bomb. There are tons of people walking and sitting around the room. I feel very out of place in this smelly, crowded room.

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