Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,54
you away,” she said.
I didn’t understand why she was apologizing for being angry with me for my rudeness, because I was pretty sure I should be the one apologizing.
“I’m going to make you feel better,” I said, patting her hand. “Don’t freak out, okay?”
“Don’t,” she protested as more tears slid down her cheeks. “I killed and hurt those people. I deserve every bit of pain I’m in.”
“That’s a really terrible thing to say, Abigail. Those people were trying to kill you.”
“Does it matter? They’re dead, and I’m not.” Her tears rushed down like rain. “Felix is gone and…”
I could have saved Felix, but I had been so focused on making sure nothing happened to Abigail and her mother that I forgot there were two more people whom she cared about.
Tristan, heal her now.
Why can’t you do it? Tristan asked unexpectedly.
In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve never healed anyone. And I don’t want to try it now on her, and…
You’re afraid of hurting her? Tristan asked, sounding surprised.
Just do it already.
“You don’t deserve this pain, Abigail,” I told her. At the touch of Tristan’s hands, her body started to glow. “You’re going to be all right,” I said, watching as the wounds around her body started to disappear, leaving nothing behind.
“I feel strange,” Abigail said, staring at the parts of her body that had been bruised and bleeding seconds ago. She slowly sat up on her bed. “Everything is gone.”
“Don’t freak out,” I said, taking her hands. “Calm down.”
“I’m not…I’m fine.” She was shaking. She wasn’t fine.
“Everything is going to be all right.” This caused her to look up at me. “Smile.” I placed my hands on her cheeks. They were soft. “The world looks much more beautiful when you do.” What was I talking about? “I meant…there is…I got nothing.”
And then it happened again. I laughed, and Abigail smiled.
That’s really a wonderful sound. You should laugh more often. Once again, Tristan forced his thoughts into my head.
I really, really hope that whatever this thing is will end soon, because I’m a breath away from ripping your heart out.
Then it’s a good thing angels don’t have to breathe, isn’t it? I didn’t miss the teasing ring to his thoughts.
“Gideon,” Abigail called in a whisper. “Will you please stay?” she asked.
“I…” I wanted to say yes, but I stopped when I remembered Valoel’s accusation. “I…” I could stay. It wouldn’t mean that I was in love with her. “There is no place I’d rather be,” I whispered.
I helped her to lean back on her bed. She scooted over, and I knew she wanted me to lie beside her. She wanted someone to comfort her, and I wasn’t sure I knew how to do that, but I could try.
I covered her with a blanket and then lay beside her without thinking twice about it. I pulled her into my arms.
Valoel’s words echoed in my head again. I wasn’t in love with her. I wanted to kill her, right?
A while later, Abigail whispered, “I’m still a little scared of you.”
I smiled. “Good,” I said and pulled her closer to me.
Abigail didn’t say a word as we lay there. It took a while before her breathing slowed, and she finally fell asleep.
Wow, Gideon. Any more nice gestures and I’d think you’re going soft.
How can you even make jokes now? You do know that sharing my emotions means feeling happy when I hurt someone, right? Because I get really happy when I hurt someone. I felt happy even thinking that.
Be careful there, Gideon, you’re starting to sound like you care.
He sounded smug. I didn’t understand why he was using sarcasm to get through his emotions. I can feel your fear and confusion, yet you sound like you’re fine.
I’m good at being happy. And right now, I don’t think it’s healthy to be worried, when I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason for all of this. He sounded so sure of himself.
Okay, Answer Man, I hope you get this ‘reason’ very soon because you’re starting to annoy me, and you won’t like me very much if I’m annoyed.
I’ll go home and find answers after Abigail wakes up.
I listened to the sound of Abigail’s soft breathing; she looked so fragile and beautiful.
Why can’t you go now? I asked.
I’m not leaving her alone with you, he thought, making me feel like an idiot for even asking him that. He still didn’t trust me to be alone with her.
I really, really don’t like you. I meant every word of it.