Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,17
was lethal.
Jump—don’t jump—jump—don’t jump—jump—don’t—
“Abigail!” my best friend Sarah shouted my name, jerking me back from my reverie.
Damn, I should have jumped.
I looked around, only to realize I was in a restroom. I could hear music booming in the background. I knew I was at the party, I just didn’t remember how I arrived.
“You weren’t planning on sneaking out through the window, were you?” Sarah walked toward me.
“Do you have a ladder?”
Although my friends and I were close, they didn’t know about my training. To them I was the luckiest girl alive. I had a mother who loved me, and we were rich as well.
I didn’t tell them about our past; after all, what was I supposed to say? “Hey, by the way, my father isn’t dead, he’s not allowed to see me because he’s a secret agent, and he has to stay away from my mother and me because his presence would put us in danger.”
Yeah, I was pretty sure that conversation would be a shock. So, I did the only thing I could—kept half of my life hidden.
“If you make me miss this party, I’m going to kill you.” Sarah frowned, snatching my lipstick and bag away from me. For the first time, I noticed her beautiful, gold, strapless, satin Cells dress. Sarah looked gorgeous as always with her hair fanning out around her shoulders. I’ve always admired her beauty, her big brown eyes, and her flawless dark skin. Black was indeed beautiful.
“You can go have fun, and I’ll join later.”
My lie did not convince her. “Abby, let’s go,” Sarah ordered, clutching my hand and pulling me along.
Sarah managed to get me out of the restroom despite me dragging my feet. When we came out, I remembered why I ran away. The music was too loud. The place was filled with noise, the press, cameras, and guys who only wanted to date me because I was famous.
I didn’t want to be there because of the press. Sarah didn’t let go of my hand until we reached my two other best friends, Jake and Danny, two funny seventeen-year-olds whom I loved having in my life.
Jake was a charming skater boy and the kind of person who’d been to detention more times than I could count. Danny was handsome and brilliant, and he mostly had a calm nature. Sarah was the cheer captain—understanding, loving, and beautiful. Me? I was just the rich, famous kid.
When I saw that Jake was dressed like a descendant of Shakespeare, I forgot my escape plans. What was he thinking?
Danny teased. “Dude, Shakespeare called, and he wants his outfit back!” We broke into loud laughter. When the laughter faded, a cameraman snapped my picture, and I again remembered why I didn’t want to be there.
“You’re thinking about going home, aren’t you?” Sarah knew me all too well. “Why?” They stared, waiting for an answer. “Why?” Sarah demanded again. “Every guy here wants to dance with you.”
“I don’t care if every guy here wants to dance with me. I just want to go home.” This wasn’t a lie. I’d rather be at home watching Discovery Channel. “Besides, guys just want one thing.”
“And what is that?” a voice from behind me asked. “Excuse me.” The voice that spoke sounded sweet, like a heavenly symphony, and even though the place was packed with noises, I didn’t hear anything except him. “Hello,” he said, and since I was sure I couldn’t avoid responding, I slowly turned.
My eyes went straight to the stranger’s big, black, army boots, then up to his rough-cut jeans, then to his ebony shirt and black leather jacket. Finally, my eyes reached his face. I couldn’t breathe when I saw him. Everything about his chiseled features spoke of danger, even his messy, dark hair. I unabashedly stared.
He was unusual, reminding me of a painting of an angel. So beautiful, yet every bone in my body told me to run away from him. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t want to find out. I sensed raw danger.
Beware of the angels you invite in, for some are only demons in disguise, I thought. I pushed the warning aside.
“I didn’t mean to disturb you.” His voice enchanted me. “My car just broke down, and I was wondering if I could get directions to the nearest bus stop.” I could see his perfect lips moving, the colored lights glinting off his dark hair, but I didn’t hear anything else he said.
Bus stop? How did he get inside the party? There was