about the sweet. What the hell do I say back to that?
“I kissed Henry, and I’m feeling bad because of this”—I pause, waving between us—“I think is becoming more.”
“I can’t say I’m not jealous, but we never agreed to be exclusive,” he replies, but his eyes betray him. They get brighter when he is mad or angry or in this case, jealous.
I pause, knowing that the same anger and jealousy burn in me. “Can I be honest?”
“Yes, always with me,” he quickly answers.
“The thought of any other girl touching you makes me want to hunt them down and drop them off the side of the academy.” To my surprise, he laughs, and I end up chuckling with him.
“Kaitlyn, I have no interest in anyone else,” he starts off and then hesitates for a second. “I don’t want to scare you off, but I really like you. If you need to figure out whatever is going on with you and Henry, then okay. I’m not going to lie and say it makes me happy, as it doesn’t. It makes me want to rip his angel wings off, but I get that you need to search the connection you have with him as much as you do with me.”
“I’ve honestly never had a relationship or any sort of one before,” I admit to him. “You were my first kiss, and since then, I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“I’m honoured,” he replies, and I sense he is being sincere even as he smiles. “And for the record, we are on a date now, and this is our third date, if I’m counting right.”
“Do you include the game night with Ves?”
“I’m not sure, considering a night where your best friend ate all my food, nearly cried because she lost the board game, and then fell asleep on my sofa can be counted as a date,” he answers, and I laugh. “But I’m counting any time with you as kind of dating.”
“Kind of dating,” I chuckle. “I like that.” My laughs die off as we stare at each other, and I don’t know who moves first, but we kiss as I climb onto his lap. His hands sink into my hair as he deepens the kiss, kissing me like he is desperate for more. I glide my hands down his chest to his buttons, but he covers my hand with his, breaking the kiss.
“Kind of dating means taking this slow. As much as I want you, I want us to do this right more,” he warns me.
“Right?” I breathlessly question.
“You tell me when you want more,” he whispers to me, kissing me softly one more time. “And until then, I will try not to kill Henry.”
“Got it,” I whisper back with red cheeks. He grins, tugging me to his side as he presses play on the movie. The Angel Academy always seemed deadly, cold and downright terrifying most of the time, but in Thallon’s arms, it feels like home.
Chapter 26
Still smiling from my evening with Thallon, I slowly walk back to the academy to go to bed. Wrapping my arms around myself thanks to the cold air, I pause when I hear a noise. I turn around just as someone grabs me and shoves something over my head. I scream, lashing out with my hands, but someone grabs them tightly and shoves a hand over my mouth. Tears fall from my eyes as I’m pulled against a hard body, and then we are in the air, that weightless feeling hard to miss. I don’t struggle as I feel the cold air, knowing if I managed to get free, that falling to my death is a moot point. Eventually, my feet touch the ground, and something hard smacks into my face, knocking me to the floor.
“Don’t hurt her!” Riley desperately shouts, and hands slowly pull the covering off my face. I blink at Riley as he leans over me and offers me a hand, which I don’t take. Betrayal stings like a knife as I stare at my best friend, the realisation he just had his friends kidnap me coming to light.
“What is going on?” I ask as I crawl to my feet and nearly scream at the sight of Henry on his knees, blood dripping from the dozens of cuts on his chest and face. I go running to him, but Riley catches me, holding me locked to him. Oliver and his idiotic angel friends all stand around the room, and I pause when I