care.”
With that, Kasen opened the door to what had become his private wing. He left Edgar to stew about something that really shouldn’t upset him so much. Kasen had banned the servants from this part of the house on the day that his parents died. He wanted his privacy, always had. Part of him wanted to get rid of the entire staff. But he knew he couldn’t do that. His family estate provided jobs and sustenance for fifteen families. He couldn’t take that away from them simply because he wanted his privacy. So instead, he barred them all from entering his quarters.
Kasen lay down on his bed but didn’t bother getting under the covers. He likely wouldn’t sleep much. He never did, though he tried so hard to. His body was exhausted. His eyes would barely stay up, but his mind ran. It always did.
As a member of the nobility, it was inevitable that he attended the Death Angel Academy, and subsequently became a member of the Death Angels. He even knew that he would one day become a General. All these things were great. They were things that Kasen had grown up wanting. However, as he went further up the ranks of the Death Angel Society, as his fame grew, he realized that people treated him differently. Having respect for a commanding officer was one thing, and that was something he expected, but true friendship was something that Kasen held very dear, and as the years passed, that was one thing that diminished. All his childhood friends, with the exception of Markus, had either been killed by a Darkling, or died of the Sickness. To others, it wouldn’t make a difference. Friends weren’t necessarily difficult to come by per se, but finding friends that wanted him for more than just his influence was nearly impossible. Finding a woman to love him for him was impossible. It was an unbearably lonely existence for Kasen.
He sighed and rolled over in the bed, tucking his hands under his head. It was the one thing in his life that he wanted most. A woman to share his bed, to hold in his arms, to protect. A woman that he could share his deepest darkest secrets and his strongest desires. A woman that would understand him, that would stand by him through all the good times as well as the bad. A woman that he could laugh with like he used to laugh when he was a carefree child. This was what Kasen wanted. And in nearly four centuries of life in the Death Angel Society, he hadn’t found anything remotely close. His heart ached at the thought. But somehow, he still found the ability to carry hope. Hope that one day, he would find what he was looking for.
Chapter Seven
They hated her. Gabrielle knew it. They didn’t try to hide it. Every last one of them wanted her gone from here. She hadn’t done anything to receive such hatred, at least not to her knowledge. She had spent nearly the entire night in this office, with these people that hated her. They hadn’t said a word to her since Ms. Blankenship had snapped at her earlier. She didn’t dare say a word to them. She was in a very unfamiliar place, in a very unfamiliar situation. She didn’t know the rules here, and though she caught on quickly to most things, this world was a complete conundrum to her.
“It’s been too long,” Kaia said, her brows scrunched up in concern as she continued to stare blankly at the computer screen in front of her. Gabrielle was rather amazed at their stamina. They hadn’t moved, hadn’t looked away, had barely even spoken to each other while they waited. Gabrielle still didn’t know what they were waiting for.
“It’s time to call it,” Nettie said, looking at a little watch on her wrist. Gabrielle could see the hurt on her face as she said it. She looked up at Ms. Blankenship, who had a stern expression etched onto her face as she looked back at her.
“I will say when it is time to call it,” she said. “There is still a little time. He’ll make it.”
Even Gabrielle could see the undeserved hope in the woman’s
With that, Kasen opened the door to what had become his private wing. He left Edgar to stew about something that really shouldn’t upset him so much. Kasen had banned the servants from this part of the house on the day that his parents died. He wanted his privacy, always had. Part of him wanted to get rid of the entire staff. But he knew he couldn’t do that. His family estate provided jobs and sustenance for fifteen families. He couldn’t take that away from them simply because he wanted his privacy. So instead, he barred them all from entering his quarters.
Kasen lay down on his bed but didn’t bother getting under the covers. He likely wouldn’t sleep much. He never did, though he tried so hard to. His body was exhausted. His eyes would barely stay up, but his mind ran. It always did.
As a member of the nobility, it was inevitable that he attended the Death Angel Academy, and subsequently became a member of the Death Angels. He even knew that he would one day become a General. All these things were great. They were things that Kasen had grown up wanting. However, as he went further up the ranks of the Death Angel Society, as his fame grew, he realized that people treated him differently. Having respect for a commanding officer was one thing, and that was something he expected, but true friendship was something that Kasen held very dear, and as the years passed, that was one thing that diminished. All his childhood friends, with the exception of Markus, had either been killed by a Darkling, or died of the Sickness. To others, it wouldn’t make a difference. Friends weren’t necessarily difficult to come by per se, but finding friends that wanted him for more than just his influence was nearly impossible. Finding a woman to love him for him was impossible. It was an unbearably lonely existence for Kasen.
He sighed and rolled over in the bed, tucking his hands under his head. It was the one thing in his life that he wanted most. A woman to share his bed, to hold in his arms, to protect. A woman that he could share his deepest darkest secrets and his strongest desires. A woman that would understand him, that would stand by him through all the good times as well as the bad. A woman that he could laugh with like he used to laugh when he was a carefree child. This was what Kasen wanted. And in nearly four centuries of life in the Death Angel Society, he hadn’t found anything remotely close. His heart ached at the thought. But somehow, he still found the ability to carry hope. Hope that one day, he would find what he was looking for.
Chapter Seven
They hated her. Gabrielle knew it. They didn’t try to hide it. Every last one of them wanted her gone from here. She hadn’t done anything to receive such hatred, at least not to her knowledge. She had spent nearly the entire night in this office, with these people that hated her. They hadn’t said a word to her since Ms. Blankenship had snapped at her earlier. She didn’t dare say a word to them. She was in a very unfamiliar place, in a very unfamiliar situation. She didn’t know the rules here, and though she caught on quickly to most things, this world was a complete conundrum to her.
“It’s been too long,” Kaia said, her brows scrunched up in concern as she continued to stare blankly at the computer screen in front of her. Gabrielle was rather amazed at their stamina. They hadn’t moved, hadn’t looked away, had barely even spoken to each other while they waited. Gabrielle still didn’t know what they were waiting for.
“It’s time to call it,” Nettie said, looking at a little watch on her wrist. Gabrielle could see the hurt on her face as she said it. She looked up at Ms. Blankenship, who had a stern expression etched onto her face as she looked back at her.
“I will say when it is time to call it,” she said. “There is still a little time. He’ll make it.”
Even Gabrielle could see the undeserved hope in the woman’s
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