Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,53
good thing I wasn’t one. Still, how did she survive those men on her own?
My eyes met Valoel’s, and she quickly looked away.
“You did something,” I said, recognizing the guilty look in her eyes.
She didn’t look at me when she said, “I did nothing.”
“You helped her. You are the reason she was able to fight off those men before I arrived.”
“Gideon, that girl can take care of herself.” She wouldn’t admit to helping Abigail, being her guardian angel when Tristan wasn’t around.
“Fine. I helped her because she’s the only creature you don’t hate, and I didn’t want her to die.”
Suddenly, I knew she had something to do with the fact that I couldn’t move when I’d wanted to kill Andrei for hurting Abigail.
“You stopped me from killing that Andrei,” I said, annoyed.
“I couldn’t risk you exposing us. I had to erase you from the cameras around her house, and you killing that man in front of Abigail’s mother wouldn’t have helped anyone.” I wanted to argue, but I didn’t.
“How were you able to stop me?” I asked curiously.
“We are angels Gideon, we have the power to do that.”
“I know, but no one can do what you did planets away.” I voiced out my thoughts. Looking at Valoel, I was starting to wonder just how powerful she might be.
“How did it go? Did you and Tristan find answers?” Valoel asked, switching to another topic.
“No.” When Tristan and I visited Daligo, he didn’t know any more than we did about how or why we could hear each other’s thoughts. Tristan left to try to find answers from his parents, and I went to D to hunt. After that, I had decided to pay Abigail a visit, and I arrived to find her under attack.
“I need to go back in case those people return for her,” I found myself whispering, shocking myself when I realized that I sounded like I cared.
“Relax, Gideon. She’ll be fine.” The moment Valoel said this, I felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
Tristan, Abigail needs you. I said to Tristan in my head. I was sure he was still in Lumens.
Why? What happened?
I allowed what Valoel showed me, and what I saw Abigail do to take over my thoughts.
Oh, my God.
And before I could exhale, Tristan was on Earth. I saw the inside of Abigail’s bedroom through his eyes.
She doesn’t look good, I thought when I saw her. She was covered in bandages. Her face was swollen, and bruises littered her entire body.
“I treated her wounds,” I heard the doctor say to Abigail’s father. “I’ve given her some pain killers as well.”
You need to heal her, I thought the moment the doctor and Abigail’s father left her room.
I can’t. If I do it without her knowledge, she might freak out or something.
So what? She’s in pain, just do it.
Gideon, I can’t. To heal her, I’d have to reveal myself to her, and it’s against the law.
“The law? Are you kidding me with this?” I shouted.
“Still not in love with her?” Valoel asked from beside me, making me even angrier.
“Don’t start with me, Val,” I said, and with a snap of my fingers, I found myself in Abigail’s room.
The moment Tristan saw me, he moved closer toward Abigail.
I’m not going to hurt her, Moron, I thought.
I can never tell when you’re planning to give her roses or push her off a balcony.
Yes, Tristan had answers to everything. I decided to ignore him and walked over to where Abigail lay. Her eyes were closed, but I could tell she wasn’t asleep. Tears ran down her cheeks, and when I saw them, I felt something. Was it sadness?
In an attempt to dry her tears, I placed my right hand tenderly on her cheek. The moment my hand touched her skin, her heart started racing, and she opened her eyes.
“Gideon?” she called, looking around her.
I turned to Tristan, and we exchanged surprised looks. I knew she couldn’t see me because I was invisible.
“Gideon, I can feel you. I know you’re here,” she said again, and then slowly I made myself visible. “Gideon!” she cried the moment she saw me.
“How did you—?”
“Whenever you’re close to me, my heart races,” she cut me off and said.
Oh. That was…weird.
“Abby, how—” I stopped because I couldn’t bring myself to ask how she was feeling. I touched her cheek again. Her skin felt warm, and for a second, I debated on whether I ever wanted to take my hand away.