Dark Angel Academy (The Complete Series) - G. Bailey Page 0,93
all my guilt.
I stop pretending to be perfect and have everything under control.
Nothing is in my control right now, and I need to admit it.
“I don’t think I can side with just the angels anymore...the vampires...they aren’t…” I pause as Myles kisses my forehead.
“They aren’t evil, are they?” he replies. “I’ve watched them, this big bad race the world fears, and they are just like us. They love, they hate, they get jealous and they are fiercely protective of their mates. That describes every race I know, so how can the rumours be true? There is nothing heartless about vampires.”
“War makes heartless monsters of us all.”
My statement lingers in the air between us, and I wipe my eyes. “I’m sorry I broke down out there. I think I finally realised I can’t do what the light above wants of me, and I can’t be what Ren wants either. I need to be me.”
“Funny enough, I think that is exactly what the world needs,” he replies, and I smile at him despite everything. “Don’t be scared to be yourself.”
“I’m not anymore,” I exclaim and smile softly at him. “And I want to know you more.”
Sensing that I need light conversation, that I need him to make me laugh and smile and be a normal teenager for a little bit, he swiftly talks.
“Cool. Well, I’m twenty-two, my favourite colour is orange because it’s never anyone else’s favourite and I feel sorry for the poor bugger,” he starts off, and I can’t help but chuckle. As Myles tells me his life story, I know my heart falls in his open hands a little more.
Chapter 48
Rain spits down on my cheeks, smothering my hair as I run through the puddles back to the academy from Thallon’s house, leaving Myles and Thallon there arguing over the latest Marvel film. Boys.
“Kaitlyn, wait!” a voice gently whispers to me, but with enough magic that it jolts into my system, making me nearly slip on the stone payment. I turn around and stare into the trees nearby as, very slowly, a bright blue light flickers like a projector gone wrong before it blasts into a circle, and a face I have met before hovers in the light. Soft brown hair cups her face, and her brown eyes hold a supernatural light to them. The room behind her is full to the brim with people, mostly guys, and bright glass windows behind them. Wherever she is, it is far from here.
“Madi, it’s nice to see you again,” I say, stepping closer and glancing around me. I’m completely alone, but I know danger is never far off in this academy.
Or in this world.
And currently, I’m on a portal phone call with the queen of the tales. How did this become my life? I was once a normal girl on a double date with my best friend and excited about going to university. Even if it meant seeing more ghosts and avoiding them.
That’s the one thing I am thankful for at the academy, angel ghosts don’t stick around.
“We don’t have much time,” Madi hurries, looking urgent. “My friend, Lexi, the queen—”
“Of hell. Yes, we met,” I say, saving time as I cross my arms and step nearer as she talks.
“Yes, well, your vampire king sent another angel to hell today, and that was the final straw.” She pauses. Why would Ren send another angel to hell? What the hell is he thinking? Demons do not sound like supes I want to go to war with. If anything, they sound terrifying, and I loved the new Sabrina The Teenage Witch TV show. That was creepy as hell. “And she is getting her army ready to rise. Demons are coming to earth, and there will be hundreds of thousands of them. They won’t fight the vampires or angels directly, but they will take the academy back for the angels and stop the war. Lexi doesn’t want anyone to die, but enough is enough. Demons will not be easy to control when their queen is unable to leave hell, but her men will lead the army. Lexi and I worry there will be many, many deaths.”
“I will talk to Ren,” I weakly say, feeling intimidated as hell. Her eyes soften, and she shakes her head. She looks behind once, listening as a man says something, but I don’t catch what he says before she looks back. The circle shakes a little bit, and I wonder how much time we have left and how exactly