Wanted Angel - Sadie Moss Page 0,53
broke out…” He trails off, his voice growing deeper as he looks down at me. “We thought you were gone, angel. We wouldn’t have tried to leave without you if we’d known you were all right.”
I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I was told you were dead. That I’d killed you.”
Beckett gives me an oddly soft look, and then holds out his arm for me to take. “Lucky us, then,” he says.
There’s so much contained in those three words that I can almost feel them straining under the pressure, and fresh tears burn the backs of my eyes. There are so many things I want to say, so many things I want to hear him say. But I just nod, giving him a shaky smile.
“Yeah. Lucky us.”
I grip his arm tightly, letting him help me navigate my way down the hillside. My angel wings would probably help me keep my balance, but now that I know I’m not in Heaven, there’s no way I can show them. It’d be like a flashing neon sign to all the demons around me.
Speaking of which… we better get out of here quick, before the potion Isaac gave me wears off. Now that I’ve got the men back, I’m less interested in rampaging around Hell trying to figure out what Salinas is planning. What we really need to do is regroup and make a plan, then go from there.
And, okay, selfishly I don’t want to put the men in harm’s way again so soon. I just need to have a little bit of time with them before we all risk our lives again. I need to reassure myself that they’re not dead.
We quickly make our way down the hillside and back to the city. The men are tense, all of us trying to keep a low profile. My demon-mark is gone, thank goodness, so at least we don’t have to worry about that causing us problems.
We get back to the spot where Isaac sent us the first time, and Ryland mutters into his hands, his palms lighting up with a bright blue color like he’s got a handful of magical fireflies in there.
“Hold on,” Beck says, and I tighten my hold on his arm as I get that dizzy feeling again. A black vortex seems to pull me in, and when I open my eyes, we’re back in Isaac’s basement.
The sorcerer looks up as we appear in his workshop. He’s perched on a stool in front of his desk, and his eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as he takes in the sight of us.
“Ah! You made it. Worked out well for you, then? I was starting to wonder if you’d come back. Or if you’d all come back.”
“We almost didn’t,” Ford growls, handing me back my angel blade. I send it back to its resting place in the ether as Isaac begins taking a bunch of notes.
“Can I ask what your experience was like?” he asks, sounding like a kid at Christmas. “On a scale of one to ten. Any tingling that lingers afterward in your toes or fingertips? Any unpleasant stomach aches?”
“We’re kind of on a time crunch, here, I’m afraid,” Sawyer says, looking over at Ryland and Beckett.
“Answer his questions,” Ryland orders. I have a feeling this is our payment to Isaac for helping us out—we give him information that pertains whatever it is about portals that he’s studying. “Beckett and I are going to find a place to go.”
“It can’t be a place that any of us would ordinarily go,” I warn them, following as they head for the ladder back up to the main part of the cabin. “My boss, Anderson—he’s the one who gave me my assignment. It was all a lie though. He’s in league with Salinas, I’m sure of it.”
Ryland pauses on the ladder, and I realize in a rush what I just said. What I just admitted.
The thing I’ve been keeping from them all this whole time—the thing that only Ryland knows.
He turns to look down at me, his dark features unreadable as Beck hesitates, his hand resting on one of the ladder’s rungs.
“What are you talking about?” Beck asks slowly. “An assignment?”
Chapter Seventeen
Trinity
I look back at the others, who are all staring at me just like the other two men are. Well, three men if I include Isaac, who’s doing a terrible job of pretending not to be eavesdropping.
Oh, fuck.
Obviously, I don’t have any reason to lie to the sins about this