Angel Fury (Immortal Legacy #2) - Ella Summers Page 0,54
a quiet laugh, born from my own uncertainty.
“During your first mission, Damiel fell in love with you,” Jiro told me, his face serious now. “And there was no chance of talking him out of it, even knowing that two angels are never found compatible enough to be married to each other. But it seems that you two beat the odds. It’s almost like it was meant to be. Fate, you know.”
“I’m not sure I believe in fate.”
“There are so many wondrous things in this universe that can’t be explained by mere dumb luck.”
“Maybe they can’t be explained by dumb luck, but how about hard work?” I pointed out.
“Spoken just like General Silverstar’s daughter,” he chuckled.
Jiro’s mention of my father made me wonder once again if he truly was my father. All these years, he’d been manipulating me for his own purposes. And I didn’t really know anything about my mother, nothing besides the story my father had told the Legion, which could have been a lie.
Damiel stepped into the garage and glowered at Jiro. “Are you working or gossiping?” he demanded.
“Hold your horses, your holiness,” his friend replied. “The magic here is all out of whack because of the weird magic shit the towers are shooting up into the sky. It will take awhile for me to calibrate the magic in all these devices.”
“How long?”
“The rest of the night. They should all be ready by morning.”
“I want them ready an hour before first light.”
Jiro sighed. “Of course you do. Yes, sir.” He saluted, then returned his attention to the device he was calibrating.
Damiel hovered over his shoulder and watched.
“There’s nothing you can do, Damiel, to make it go faster, except to get out of my hair. Take your wife out on a date. I packed you something.” He nudged a box toward Damiel with his foot.
“Ammunition?”
“No, a picnic dinner, you psychopath,” replied Jiro, his face horrified. “Why the hell would you bring ammunition on a date?”
“In case monsters attacked. Or dark angels.”
“I’m sure you can handle monsters or dark angels without boxes full of bullets. You’re an angel, after all, and you have magic. Now go show your lady a good time.”
Damiel folded his arms over his chest. “We are in the middle of preparing for a battle operation.”
“And you have a magic dagger that can take you anywhere you want to go. Have it take you far away from me, so I can work in peace.”
“I should supervise. It would be inappropriate for me to leave.”
“Be gone.” He winked at me behind Damiel’s back. “If you want these devices done in time.”
“You really are an insubordinate lout,” Damiel told him.
“And you’re a pain in the ass,” countered Jiro. “Go now, or I’ll tell your beautiful bride every embarrassing story I know about you.”
They locked menacing stares for a few seconds, then laughed.
“Let’s get out of here before he makes you hate me,” Damiel said to me.
“I doubt that’s any longer possible, not after all we’ve been through.”
“Trust me. You do not want to hear Jiro’s stories.”
“No, actually, I think it’s you who doesn’t want me to hear these stories.”
He glossed over that. “Since we’ve being exiled from the garage, take us some place isolated and quiet. Before a battle, I like to calm my mind.”
“I know just the place,” I said.
Then I opened a passage to my favorite secret place on Earth.
Damiel’s eyes scanned our surroundings. “The Silver Shore,” he identified it immediately. “You do realize that this place lies firmly within the plains of monsters, don’t you?”
“And yet monsters never venture out here.” I smiled. “I used to come here as a child. It was close to…to General Silverstar’s territory. It was so tranquil and quiet—a peaceful, safe bubble within the sea of monsters.”
And that was what I needed right now: a place of peace.
“After overdosing on betrayal, I guess I’m in desperate need of a sanctuary,” I told him.
“To be betrayed by the ones you care about…it doesn’t get any easier.” His hand twitched, likely in response to his mind revisiting an old memory. “But you do get used to it.”
“I don’t want to get used to that.”
I turned to gaze at the Silver Shore. It was the most beautiful place on Earth. The sand on the shore sparkled like silver glitter. It looked so soft that I couldn’t resist. I kicked off my shoes, giving in to the need to feel the sand between my toes. It was velvety, truly as soft as I remembered. I