Dark Angel Academy (The Complete Series) - G. Bailey Page 0,88
the first night back in my own room, the first night really away from Ren, that the light above breaks into my dreams and crashes into my soul. Reminding me of the way Gabriel looked at me, the promise that rests on my soul like a brick that I can’t shake or take off. Gabriel thinks the right thing to do is to kill Ren, and then the vampires will run…where? I promised before I knew the truth, before I’d seen how vampires are and how they aren’t evil and lost like Gabriel thinks they are.
Ren is not evil…nor are his people that he is so desperately trying to save.
If I don’t kill Ren, he will never stop...and killing Ren will break my heart.
Why can’t there be an easy answer to all of this?
And why the hell does this all have to be my choice? My heart to be broken and shattered into a million tiny pieces that no one will be able to pick up. Crawling across the bed, I pick up the dagger, which is truly beautiful in itself, and it holds the fate of the angels when it is in my hands.
“Hey, I thought I heard you scream,” Thallon says, stepping into the room from the corridor. I almost forgot the guys are now taking night shifts to guard me—even Ren does three nights a week—and I have a sneaking suspicion it’s more because they want to be close to me than keep me safe. I slide the dagger down the gap of the side of the bed as Thallon walks over to me, and I want to lie to him.
But I damn well can’t because light angels don’t lie. They can alter the truth though.
“I had a bad dream,” I say, and he sadly smiles at me before kicking off his shoes and slipping off his jacket. Thallon climbs into bed next to me, and I curl up onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat under my ear, letting it soothe my own swirling emotions the best it can. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”
Thallon hums for a moment as he thinks about it. “Christmas is my favourite time of year, and I hate that angels don’t celebrate it.”
“Why don’t they?” I question, learning something I didn’t know.
“I’m not sure, but I miss Christmas trees. A big roast dinner and board games in the evening. If I ever am lucky enough to have a family, I want to have a big Christmas every year,” he softly tells me, stroking my hip with his hand. “What about you, what is your favourite time of the year?”
“Oddly, Halloween. I love carving pumpkins, seeing all the kids in costumes and their happy faces when I give them sweets. I love decorating the house and all the spookiness of the time of year,” I answer, and he smiles softly at me. “I’m guessing angels don’t celebrate Halloween either?”
“Nope,” he chuckles, and I giggle with him. Leaning up, I gently kiss Thallon, and the second his lips touch mine, a burning desire for him snakes through my body. Like lightning, a simple kiss sets us both on fire, and I moan into his moan as his hand tightens on my hip. Swinging my leg over his lap, I settle above him in just my long T-shirt and nothing else underneath. As I roll my hips, feeling how hard he is under me and only the thin fabric of his trousers blocking us, Thallon moves his lips down my jaw and to my neck.
“Gods, I love you, Kaitlyn,” he whispers against my neck, and I pause, shocked that he just said that. Thallon cups my cheeks, staring deeply into my eyes. “It will always, always be you for me. You are my eternity.”
“Thallon,” I whisper as tears fill my eyes. Without needing to say anything back, I kiss him passionately, pouring all my feelings into every movement as I tug his shirt up and over his head. Thallon pulls my top off next, and I undo his trousers, helping him push them down before settling over him. The tip of his length presses into me as Thallon leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the hard nub. Using his other hand, he presses his thumb against my clit as I slowly lower myself onto him and arch my back from the incredible pleasure. With dazed eyes, I look at Thallon and smile before crashing