Dark Angel Academy (The Complete Series) - G. Bailey Page 0,67
French plait the front of my hair and clip it back before staring at the present box I brought into the bathroom with me to open. I damn well know who it’s from, and I should burn it, but curiosity killed the cat and all that. I rip the paper over the box open and push the bow aside before opening the lid. A purple letter rests on top of the biggest stash of Parma Violet sweets I’ve ever seen. I open the letter, wishing it wasn’t from him, but of course it is.
“A tweety bird told me you love these sweet treats.
Please do not throw them away.
We must talk soon.
Your vampire ghost always,
Ren.”
Bastard. I mentally scream at myself as I rip the note into dozens of pieces and close the box, knowing I cannot eat those sweets. Nope. I’m not even going to look at them again. I shove the box in the bathroom cupboard under the sink and swear to myself I’m not going in there again.
Nope.
No way.
I head out of the bathroom, glancing at Thallon, who looks just as I left him not too long ago so I could clean up. Pale and sickly, but Henry promises he will make it, he just needs to rest. Whatever Henry gave him to drink and spread on his cut leg has seemed to lower his fever, but I’m not going far until he wakes up. Henry sits in a chair in the corner of the room, and his eyes follow me as I head out to the balcony for some fresh air, hoping he will come out with me.
The balcony air is a welcome chill from the warm bedroom and all the worry seeped into the walls. Thallon’s temperature has finally gone down to a normal level, but he still hasn’t woken up. The cold night air whips around my shoulders as I look over the academy, how normal and serene it looks, when it is anything but. Henry pushes the balcony door open and comes out, walking to my side and resting his arms on the balcony railing.
“My parents are high-level angels in the city above,” he starts to explain, and I tuck some of my wayward hair behind my ear as I listen to him. “They had everything, but they could not have children. For years, they tried, and eventually, a healer explained that it was not possible. My mother’s want for a child was so desperate that she begged the light above for a solution. He told her she could find a human child with an angel mark in the human adoption services and told her exactly where to find the child.”
“So that the child would become an angel?” I ask, not expecting an answer.
Henry clamps his hands together. “Yes. Hazel remembers our mother, a woman addicted to drugs who paid for it with her body.”
“Henry...” I whisper, and without realising I’m doing it, I cover his hand with mine. Henry hardly notices as he stares at the sky, lost in the past. “I was taken with Hazel from our mother not long after I was born, and then my parents found us. Well, they found Hazel first and then were told about me. They weren’t meant to adopt me; the light above didn’t send them for me. I was a mistake.”
“I’m sorry about your past, but I don’t get what this has to do with Ren and what is happening now,” I whisper.
“It all does. See, I was a sick baby. Really sick, darlin’,” Henry admits, running his hand through his hair. “My heart couldn’t beat fast enough for my body, and eventually my organs just failed. When I was one, my parents got desperate for a cure and contacted the vampires. It’s well-known their blood can heal humans.”
I didn’t know that, but okay. “The blood healed me, and for years, I survived on a small amount of vampire blood a month to live. Then I became an angel, just as predicted, but it wasn’t that simple. You’ve seen my ability to go into the shadows and move around?”
“Yes,” I answer, furrowing my brow.
“That’s a rare vamp power, darlin’. Like most my powers are,” he explains. “And the new problem lay in the fact I was getting sick again and the vamp blood wasn’t working. That’s when I first heard Ren’s voice in my head.”
I can only nod, feeling my hands shake a tad over Henry’s. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. “Ren told