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The next day, when the guards buzzed open my cell and found my body lying cold, no one thought much about it. I watched from the top of the room, a wisp of invisible, pissed-off smoke, as two men carried my corpse away. Just another statistic, another soul who’d never really had a chance. A feather lost in a storm.
Nicely written
“I-I’m so sorry,” I murmured, blubbering just the smallest amount. “I was frightened, and I had no idea he was a Hiyan Gelatin, or whatever you said.”
Lol
Unmade. Something about the way Sunny said it gave me a strange sort of déjà vu. I had a sudden vision of a glowing cauldron of white-hot fire, and a whole lot of pain. Maybe this was Hell after all. Or the station on the way to it.
“The Maker used to create the High Angeli mates in here, and they were formed with their wings outstretched, or at least that’s what I’ve heard.
“Some called me Tili.” A burning tear rolled down my cheek and splashed on the table, but I shook away the strange pain and continued, “But my first name… was Inutilia.” Useless.
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From across the Hall, Sunny gave a double thumbs-up. “You’ve got this,” she stage-whispered. “Rock on.” The others stared at her, murmuring. Definitely a ride or die birch.
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Over the centuries, I’d gotten used to being an outcast. For some reason, even after dozens of new lifetimes, I’d never been born into a family that had enough money to get by, or enough love to go around.
Oh, that is very sad.
Gah, where was the camera when you needed one? I could sell a million copies of a college bully romance with that exact lip angle on the cover.
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I wanted to tell her to calm down or she was going to get searched for contraband, and who knew what happened to kazoo thieves here?
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Oh, crap, I heard it screaming. Were those tortured souls in Hell? I wanted to touch it, like it drew me in. Was that Hell reaching out for me? Why did I find Hell attractive? Is Hell even single?”
He frowned, pulling one more feather away from my hair, and the back of his hand stroked down my cheek. I was pretty sure he hadn’t meant to do that since he made a face I’d only ever seen at a ghost pepper-eating contest, and held his hand out in front of him like he wanted to cut it off.
Snort! Lol!
“Glitter,” Sunny and I both breathed at the same time. “Let me see.” I held my hands out. She put an enormous glass jar full of every color glitter in my grasp, and I cradled and stroked it like the precious one ring that it was.
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“The guy that’s about to make me shave off smut and cry acid tears all day? That’s a super obvious red flag for a potential boyfriend, Sunny.”
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“You might need to cut more slowly, beautiful one. I sensed your pain; I wish I could bear it for you. Mea culpa. Mea maxima culpa.”
I could practically smell the ego drifting off him in waves, like a high-end men’s cologne with notes of musk and entitlement.
No kidding!
“Gavriel has Arabella,” I murmured. “She’s not dead, right?” She was in a room, which creeped me out more than a little. The whole setup was either Sleeping Beauty or Crypt Keeper—I couldn’t decide.
“Arabella. The Beautiful One.” It chimed softly, so I finished the name in the angelic tongue, whispering it so softly, I was sure she wouldn’t hear the words. “Useless Scrap of the Beautiful One.”
“Leave. Or stand by me, as I save the soul who will be my mate.” His eyes welled up with boundless pain and an even deeper
determination. “Though she will never know it.”
“That’s perfect. See, I told you. I’m Nothing, a Useless Scrap.” Sighing, I left as the naming chime rang out even louder.
“She is a Novice. She is mine to care for,” Righteous snarled. “She is nothing to you,” Mikhail replied. “She is not yours. She is mine.”
Well,the cat's out of the bag now. All the cats.
