Dominion (Guardian Angels) - By Melody Manful Page 0,65

scared of me.

I pushed my sad thoughts aside and smiled cruelly before answering her question. “I am your guardian angel.” Abigail’s eyes grew wide. “Well, almost your guardian angel. Tristan is the real guardian, I—”

“Tristan?” she interrupted in surprise. She looked up as if to see Tristan hovering above us like I had been doing moments before. “Is Tristan an angel, too?”

“Yes, he’s your guardian angel. His job is to guide you from harm, and mine is to put you into harm’s way,” I answered without thinking.

“Kill me.” Abigail’s shock and pain sent me crashing through four gravestones behind me. She screamed my name and rushed over as I hurtled onto my back. Tristan appeared beside her. This time he wore the Tristan look—the one that was supposed to bring hope to everyone.

Why did Abigail want me to kill her?

“Gideon!” Abigail cried out when she reached me. She tried to help me up. “Are you all right?”

Was I all right? She was asking me if I was all right when I just told her I wanted to kill her?

“Don’t touch me!” I shouted at both her and Tristan, who was invisible beside her.

“Are you okay?” she asked again as if she didn’t hear me, or maybe she just didn’t care about the danger lurking in my eyes.

“He will be fine,” Tristan murmured in an angelic voice. Abigail whipped her head around, searching for the source of the voice.

“Tristan,” she called. “Is that you?”

Tristan became visible for a few seconds, making sure Abigail saw him before turning himself invisible again. Abigail looked back at me, confused.

“Gideon?” Abigail kneeled beside me. She reached out to touch me, but I was already in the sky before she could get close.

“Don’t ever tempt me again, Abby. I’m not that strong.” With that said, I flew back down. My body was burning in pain as every drop of blood beneath my skin boiled.

“Why not?” She wasn’t scared; she was angry. “It’s your job to kill me, so kill me already!” Now she was provoking me.

“Abby, don’t.” Tristan appeared beside her, taking her hands in his. She pulled herself away.

“I don’t deserve to live!” she shouted, looking at her father’s grave. “I killed him. I don’t deserve to live, so please kill me,” she begged.

“You didn’t kill him, Abby.” Moment of truth. “I killed him.” I watched as her anger turned to confusion, then pain. “I was the one who pushed you from your balcony, the one who caused the accident on your way to the concert, and the one who distracted you and took your father away from you.”

I watched as her face contorted in anguish. I told myself it was better that she hated me than to know I tried to save her father and failed. “Abby, I didn’t…” I tried reaching out for her, but she pulled away.

“Don’t touch me!”

“I’m not here to—”

“Leave,” she whispered under her breath, looking at both Tristan and me. Neither of us made an attempt to leave. I didn’t want to leave her there alone in case she collapsed or had a heart attack. “LEAVE!” This time she shouted with her eyes fixed on me. “Leave me alone, and please don’t come back.” Then turning around, she kneeled in front of her father’s grave and let her tears fall as she grieved.

Tristan kneeled beside her with his hands on her shoulders, comforting her.

I didn’t want to leave, but I did want what was best for Abigail, and since the humans always said, “If you love something, you have to let it go and hope that it comes back to you,” I spread my wings and took to the sky.

The world tumbled away as I listened to her screams, and then a second later, loud thunder roared and shook the ground beneath. The heavens were weeping down on Earth. I couldn’t bear the pain any longer, so I tore my eyes from her and took off at full speed into the rain.

I flew all the way to a nearby tower and kneeled on top of it, burying my head in my hands as my wings stretched out behind me.

My hands were burning with fire, but the rain couldn’t quench it. I was furious at myself for hurting Abigail. Bolts of lightning lit the town and thunder resounded in the mountains. I roared along with it.

I wanted to fly back to Earth as soon as I reached Grands. I wanted to race back to Abigail, apologize, and comfort her. But