Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,120
is written across all of their faces.
I hear his wings before arms band around me, pulling me from the ground and yanking me into the air. He holds me close and I turn in his arms, burying my face in his chest as we fly higher and higher, so those on the ground below can’t see us. After what feels like hours, we level out and he starts away, flying hard.
“Hold tight, we need to get far away,” he screams and I nod, not trusting my voice in case the wind sweeps it away. I feel the change come over me, and I let it. I clamp my mouth shut so not to distract Griffin until I sigh, finally back to myself again. Griffin’s clothes hang loose around me, so I reach down with shaking fingers, and tighten the belt on the pants to keep them up.
We don’t talk as we fly away, at least for ten minutes or so, and when I peek down all I can see is the dots of the city’s lights below.
Looking up, I meet his hard, angry eyes.
“What the fuck were you thinking? I knew this was a bad idea,” he yells and I glare, starting to get mad. That had been close, too fucking close.
“I’m fine, I knew you had my back. That’s what mates do, right?” I joke, and he turns to stone against me. His eyes glitter in the night sky, flashing down on me like lightning as he focuses his intensity on me.
“You trust me too much,” he warns. “Remember, I’m an assassin. I have no loyalty.”
“Liar,” I goad. I don’t know why, but I’m sick of him talking about himself and this connection like this. There is only so long you can lie to yourself and I’m tired of seeing him wallow with the pity dick in his mouth.
“I warned you, vasculo.” He opens his arms and I scramble to keep hold of him, but it’s no use. The wind pulls me away as I plummet to the city below.
He watches me, beating his wings to keep him still, looking so much like an angel watching a human fall to their death. His beauty, his anger—his everything.
In his eyes I see the truth, he is testing me. He’s pushing me away because he still doesn’t believe he deserves a mate. If I fail the test now, again, I will only be proving him wrong and he is wrong. I do trust him, more than he trusts himself.
He thinks he’s crazy, and he is. He thinks he’s nothing more than a monster, which he is, but I see something beyond all that—I see him.
I stop struggling and let the wind take me. I let myself fall, my arms and legs floating, my hair whipping around me as I keep my eyes on him while he grows smaller and smaller. I don’t scream, I don’t even look down. I keep my eyes up—I keep my eyes where I know my savior is.
My heart is racing. Inside I’m fighting, but on the outside—I’m calm.
The seconds pass by in a blur and I know I’m growing closer to the city below, even with my healing and strength I don’t think I can survive this fall. My life is in his hands. His to take, his to save. The assassin with a choice, because if he chooses to save me, then he is choosing me. Choosing life.
I refuse to close my eyes as I feel the ground rushing up to me, but like an avenging angel, he breaks through the darkness above. He holds his wings to his chest as he spirals down to me, shooting through the air, his hands stretched out to grab me. Beaming, I hold my hands out, hoping he will get to me in time. Inside my heart leaps in happiness and I nearly purr.
He grows closer and closer, but I can see the panic and regret on his face and I know he isn’t going to make it. Blinking hard, to get rid of the water from the wind, I smile sadly at him.
“It’s okay,” I mouth at him and he growls loudly, like thunder splitting the night, and tucks his wings in closer, diving for me.
If he doesn’t pull up now, we will both hit the ground. He will be hurt, maybe even die.
“Griffin, it’s okay. Pull up,” I shout, but he ignores me.
His eyes glitter like stars from the determination within, his face hard and unreadable.