light illuminate from beneath Athena’s door. Curiosity taking over, he slowly crept over and st opped to hear Athena speaking.
“What is it? What is wrong?” Muriel asked concerned.
“I’ve failed my Charge.” Athena confessed heavy hearted.
“How so my child?” she pushed.
Lucien quietly listened confused. He wanted to know who the hell she was talking to and what that light was. Oh yeah, this chick had a lot of explaining to do and he was thinking of keeping her close. Having an other worldly being on his side could be a plus.
“I —she was killed last night. I begged you not to send me here. I am not built for this type of work.” Athena said bowing her head shamefully.
“Athena all may not be what it seems.” Muriel tried to assure.
“How so? I lost the one thing I was sent here to protect. How am I ever going to return home? They’ll strip me of my wings—” Athena inquired quizzically.
Wings?! Everything in Lucien was hoping she was a fairy. Yeah that made sense. Fairies were out there even though he had never met one. Until now, he assumed.
“Athena do not give up.” Muriel encouraged.
“I cannot bring her back. You know I do not possess that power .” Athena replied.
“ No one does but The Divine.” Muriel said clearly and Athena knew that.
And that was her point. She’d lost her Charge and there was no way of bringing her back.
“What am I supposed to do now?” Athena asked looking for help.
“I cannot answer your question child. This is your mission. If you fail—”
“I know.” Athena said regrettably.
Lucien swallowed hard and felt guilt rip through him. He was the reason she’d lost the girl the night before. No wonder she was so pissed off at him. It was her job to protect her and because of him she’d failed miserably. And despite all of that she saved his life. He owed her way more than he thought.
“You cannot let Dezmon win. I must go Athena, we will speak soon.” And with that the mirror went quiet.
Chapter Six
Chance Encounters
No light, no hologram to Heaven. Just Athena’s reflection and along with it were her wings. Her big beautiful white wings, the mirror always showed her true form. So many times she’d wished she could spread them and fly. But there was no time for that. Hearing a noise, she quickly turned and opened her bedroom door. To her surprise there was nothing there. She half expected Lucien to be eavesdropping, but so far her expectations of him had been wrong.
Walking to the living room, she saw him sitting on her couch looking bored.
“Are you finally ready— Princess?” he asked hesitantly standing.
That surprised her because standing for a woman was a gentleman thing to do and he damn sure wasn’t gentle. His gaze was caught on her outfit. Her very sexy outfit. The way her breast nearly spilled over her corset was a tease and the way her leather pants clung to her thighs…he was wishing he were them. Oh how he envied the black material.
“Why do you persist on calling me that?” she sneered.
“Sorry…” his deep voice rumbled. “ Kitten.” He purred and she scoffed.
“What would you like for breakfast?” she said passively ignoring him.
“There’s a nice little diner I wanna check out.” he said omitting the fact that he had already been there.
He just needed to grab the car that Delilah so willingly passed over to him. Atleast transportation was one less thing he had to worry about.
“Diner?” she asked raising a brow.
“Yeah, I mean that way we’re in a safe environment—lots of people.” He said as if he were dangling the idea over her head.
But she knew what he meant. If they were in a crowd either of them were less likely to attack each other. Civil was the best proposition and on top of that she didn’t have to try and cook.
“Fine. But if you
“What is it? What is wrong?” Muriel asked concerned.
“I’ve failed my Charge.” Athena confessed heavy hearted.
“How so my child?” she pushed.
Lucien quietly listened confused. He wanted to know who the hell she was talking to and what that light was. Oh yeah, this chick had a lot of explaining to do and he was thinking of keeping her close. Having an other worldly being on his side could be a plus.
“I —she was killed last night. I begged you not to send me here. I am not built for this type of work.” Athena said bowing her head shamefully.
“Athena all may not be what it seems.” Muriel tried to assure.
“How so? I lost the one thing I was sent here to protect. How am I ever going to return home? They’ll strip me of my wings—” Athena inquired quizzically.
Wings?! Everything in Lucien was hoping she was a fairy. Yeah that made sense. Fairies were out there even though he had never met one. Until now, he assumed.
“Athena do not give up.” Muriel encouraged.
“I cannot bring her back. You know I do not possess that power .” Athena replied.
“ No one does but The Divine.” Muriel said clearly and Athena knew that.
And that was her point. She’d lost her Charge and there was no way of bringing her back.
“What am I supposed to do now?” Athena asked looking for help.
“I cannot answer your question child. This is your mission. If you fail—”
“I know.” Athena said regrettably.
Lucien swallowed hard and felt guilt rip through him. He was the reason she’d lost the girl the night before. No wonder she was so pissed off at him. It was her job to protect her and because of him she’d failed miserably. And despite all of that she saved his life. He owed her way more than he thought.
“You cannot let Dezmon win. I must go Athena, we will speak soon.” And with that the mirror went quiet.
Chapter Six
Chance Encounters
No light, no hologram to Heaven. Just Athena’s reflection and along with it were her wings. Her big beautiful white wings, the mirror always showed her true form. So many times she’d wished she could spread them and fly. But there was no time for that. Hearing a noise, she quickly turned and opened her bedroom door. To her surprise there was nothing there. She half expected Lucien to be eavesdropping, but so far her expectations of him had been wrong.
Walking to the living room, she saw him sitting on her couch looking bored.
“Are you finally ready— Princess?” he asked hesitantly standing.
That surprised her because standing for a woman was a gentleman thing to do and he damn sure wasn’t gentle. His gaze was caught on her outfit. Her very sexy outfit. The way her breast nearly spilled over her corset was a tease and the way her leather pants clung to her thighs…he was wishing he were them. Oh how he envied the black material.
“Why do you persist on calling me that?” she sneered.
“Sorry…” his deep voice rumbled. “ Kitten.” He purred and she scoffed.
“What would you like for breakfast?” she said passively ignoring him.
“There’s a nice little diner I wanna check out.” he said omitting the fact that he had already been there.
He just needed to grab the car that Delilah so willingly passed over to him. Atleast transportation was one less thing he had to worry about.
“Diner?” she asked raising a brow.
“Yeah, I mean that way we’re in a safe environment—lots of people.” He said as if he were dangling the idea over her head.
But she knew what he meant. If they were in a crowd either of them were less likely to attack each other. Civil was the best proposition and on top of that she didn’t have to try and cook.
“Fine. But if you
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