Dark Angel Academy (The Complete Series) - G. Bailey Page 0,27
teeth and all.
“How is your new husband? I don’t have to break his face any time soon, right?” Henry asks, and Hazel rolls her eyes.
“Always so dramatic, little brother. Times were easier when you only cared about Sonic the Hedgehog games and if I ate your chocolate yoghurt,” she says with a small giggle.
“I loved the old Sonic games, and of course Amy was my favourite,” I say, and they both turn to look at me. I see the similarities straight away when they are next to each other. Same nose, same cheekbones and smile.
“Why? All she did was follow Sonic around,” Henry asks with a frown. “At least be cool and admit you loved Tails.”
“Because she loved him no matter what. It’s quite romantic, and I always preferred their story over princesses’ fairy tales,” I say, and he smirks at me.
“It was lovely to meet you, Kaitlyn,” Hazel says, tugging her brother away. “Bye, Thallon!”
“Have fun gardening,” Henry says with a patronising smirk, still eyeing me curiously as he walks away with his sister.
“We will,” Thallon replies and smiles down at me. “I thought we could cut some of the roses as they need tending. You can even keep some for your room if you want. I can get you a vase from the kitchens.”
“I’d love that,” I reply as we head into the greenhouse. The familiar smell and comforting warmth fill us as we head through the empty pathways to a small shed at the side. Thallon gets out two sheers and two pairs of gloves, which I slide on as he gets out a basket for the roses to go in.
“Tell me about yourself, what you did before here,” Thallon asks as we get to the roses. “Only if you want to, that is.”
“Why not?” I answer as I cut one of the red roses. “I lived in the Lake District with Riley as my best friend, and my family were well off. Which, considering the world is messed up at the moment, it gave me a good life when others don’t get that.”
“You are talking about the destruction of New York, London and most of southern Europe so many years ago?” he questions. “I’ve heard of it, but it’s been a while since I’ve been on earth.”
“Yes. It made a lot of people travel to England in hopes of work promised in the cities. London might have been gone, but gangs run the ruins there and promised anyone a job. So soon enough, people overran the country, and jobs became harder to come by. Food banks became lifelines to so many, and the rich hid in the towns far away from the cities to protect their children. It’s exactly what my parents did, and yet they still lost me,” I say, feeling sadness tugging at my heart.
“At least you have good memories. If it helps, your parents won’t remember you. You don’t just die when you become an angel, your existence on earth is gone,” he gently tells me a bombshell. The rose drops from my hand, and he catches it, cutting his finger on a thorn.
“I’m so sorry,” I say, taking his hand in my mine and turning it over. I press my finger on the cut and look up to find Thallon staring at me.
“I’m sorry you didn’t know. They used to tell us that, but perhaps times have changed,” he sadly replies.
“Thank you for telling me the truth. I feel like no one does that with me anymore,” I admit.
He purses his lips, pulling his hand back and offering me the rose. “The truth can be painful, it seems.”
“So can thorns, but the rose’s beauty is worth the pain.”
“Kaitlyn, at least you know in your heart that your parents are happy and at peace now. They would have been lost in grief otherwise,” he reminds me.
“I don’t think we should be the ones to make that choice for them. If it was my child, I would want to know,” I answer, and he nods in agreement. We both stay silent for a long pause before I smile at him.
“On a less depressing and heart-shattering note, what’s next after the roses?”
“Hmm, we can cut some uncurable bark off the trees in the forest or de-weed the tulips near the front doors,” he suggests. “New girl’s choice.”
“I’m going to go with the bark first,” I say, and I cut another rose off, well aware of Thallon’s eyes on me, staring at me like he can’t