Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,52

cried, and my father went over to her. “Felix…” she sobbed, pointing at the body on the ground. “He’s gone, and…” My father let go of her and walked over to Felix.

He checked for a pulse, and when he couldn’t find anything, he cursed.

“Agent V,” Andrei called to my father. “It’s a nice girl you’ve got here. She single-handedly took out all the men I brought,” he said and then turned and smiled at me.

At the sight of his wickedly happy face, I struck him again with the bottom of my gun.

“Abigail, we need him for questioning,” Logan said. “We couldn’t get in through the front gate because you initiated lockdown, so we had to go around the house. We’d have been here faster, but it seems you didn’t need our help.”

“Didn’t need your help?” I asked angrily. “Felix is dead!”

“One person,” Andrei scoffed. “You took down all my men and—”

I knocked Andrei again—hard—on his face. His nose started bleeding.

“Abigail.” My father pulled me away from him.

“You took him and his men down?” Logan asked, looking surprisingly at me. “Interpol and the CIA have been trying to nail Andrei for years, and you got him in one night?”

“I guess now they can send me a freaking thank you card,” I said bitterly and turned away from him. I had no doubt Gideon deserved a card as well.

Andrei started laughing, “She is adorable and I—”

The bullet I fired at Andrei landed in the same arm where I stabbed him. He screamed.

“Abigail!” my mother shouted in shock.

When I turned to face her, she was staring at me as if she didn’t know me. I didn’t know who I was either because a while ago, I was freaking out that I killed someone, and now I actually yearned to kill Andrei.

“You’re quite dangerous, aren’t you?” Gideon asked again. Hearing his disembodied voice should have bothered me more than it did.

“He doesn’t need his arm for interrogation, does he?” I asked my father.

Everyone was now staring at me as if they didn’t recognize me. I figured they were just used to lovely, obedient, good-girl Abigail. Bloodlust Abigail scared them.

“Honey, you are safe, you are all right, and we are here,” my father said slowly and calmly.

“Safe?” I shouted at my father. “After a bullet in the arm, having people beat the crap out of me, jumping off a moving motorcycle to avoid getting run over, and enduring this psychopath here, I’m safe?” Reality finally set in, and my body registered the excruciating pain I was in.

The adrenaline was slowly wearing off. I killed people. I had killed!

Suddenly I couldn’t breathe as I became aware of what I had done. Every bit of my body felt as if it were breaking into pieces. The stickiness of the blood on my skin made my head spin when I remembered where it came from.

“Abigail, I…”

I pulled away from my father, shaking my head. “Congratulations, Father. I guess now you can come home,” I said in a whisper.

“I never wanted any of this,” he said morosely.

“You wanted a killer! You’ve got one, and now you’re looking at me as if I’m a stranger. Take a long look, Father. This is me now.” And then without another word, I turned and walked away.

BROKEN STRINGS

*Gideon*

“You can run all you want,

but when your past decides to hunt you

only dead can hide you.”

Melody Manful

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“What are you doing?” I demanded when I appeared in my room and saw Valoel peering through my telescope.

“I’m looking at Abigail,” she said and stepped away from the telescope. “I’m rather surprised that you helped her.” I ignored her teasing smile.

“How is she doing?” I walked over and looked through the lens.

Abigail lay still on her bed, surrounded by hospital equipment. A doctor stood beside her, flipping through some papers attached to a clipboard.

I aimed the telescope into her living room, where her mother was crying. Her house was filled with people in uniforms walking briskly around, each person busy with some task.

“Why did you help her?” Valoel asked as I turned the telescope back to Abigail.

“I didn’t do much—she got them herself,” I answered.

“I think you did enough.” Valoel snapped her fingers, and everything she’d seen through the telescope played before my own eyes, as though I were watching a movie. Abigail did kill some of those people. If I hadn’t seen it myself, I wouldn’t have believed she could even hurt a fly.

“I did nothing,” I repeated. Abigail didn’t need a hero, and it was a