Death In Her Eyes - Erin Bedford Page 0,58

faster, to keep an even unhurried pace. It wasn’t until I reached the courtyard full of statues that I finally relaxed.

My boots thudded against the stone walkway as I made my way to the weeping angel. If anyone knew my pain it would be that guy.

Wasting no time in lighting up, I breathed a big exhale of sweet sweet relief.

Azazel hadn’t told me when my dad would be showing up. The anxiety of not knowing of waiting for him to appear so I could give him a piece of my mind was agonizing. I’d stayed up most of the previous night’s practicing what I would say to him.

Did you ever even love mom? Did you love me? Why? Why? Why?

That was the million-dollar question.

Why?

For power? To finally take down the angels and rule…heaven? Earth? I didn’t know enough about the celestial politics to know what the end game actually was. I only knew what those books Dex gave me told me.

The Watcher would see the end of the world and change it to their will. With me being the Watcher.

I snorted to myself.

It was kind of ironic when I thought about it.

The Watcher. Really? Me?

I’d done nothing but watch the people I knew, the people I loved and those I didn’t, die over and over again until I didn’t want to leave my house. The fact that my entire existence depended on me watching the rest of the world burn was just plain hilarious.

But I wasn’t just a watcher now, was I?

My mind drifted to the library. Flames had come from me. Me! I’d never thought I’d be able to do anything like that in my life and yet…

I pulled my cigarette from my mouth and stared at the tip, willing it to burn like I’d seen Dex do before.

After a long minute of staring, I huffed in annoyance, muttering to myself about being ridiculous.

“It takes practice.”

My head jerked up and I half expected to see Dex there as he usual was, but the voice came from outside the metal fence.

“Cass?” My brows rose with the pitch of my voice.

“In the flesh.” Cass chuckled, wrapping his hands around the bars of the fence. His golden blonde hair was pulled back today in a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. He wore a worn out dark brown leather jacket and matching boots. His jeans hugging that fabulous ass as always. What surprised me was the motorcycle sitting a few paces away from the fence.

“How did you even get here?” I finally asked once I stopped gaping, then I realized what he’d said. “Wait, you know about-”

“Angels, magic, and all that?” Cass arched a brow and smirked. “Well, yeah.”

“You said you didn’t believe in that crap.” I narrowed my eyes on him in accusation.

Cass cocked his head to the side. “I lied.”

I stared at him for a long minute and then asked slowly, “Who are you?”

He opened his mouth to answer but I stopped him.

“And no lies. Fuck knows, I’ve been lied to enough these days.” I took a long drag from my cigarette before dropping it to the ground to stomp it out.

Cass chuckled once more. “Alright, then. My name is Cassiel, but my friends call me Cass. And I’m an -”

“Angel,” I finished for him, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yeah, I got it.”

He arched a brow.

“Every angel has the stupid -el at the end of their name. God putting his little stamp on all of his creations. At least, the ones he cares about.”

Cass seemed surprised by my knowledge. “What about Lucifer? His name doesn’t end in -el.”

I walked slowly over to the gate and stopped just out of touching distance. “Trick question. His name was originally Lucifer, it was changed after he fell from heaven. Before it was Samael.”

“Ah, so they do teach you lot something in there.” Cass smiled pleased at my answer.

Clicking my tongue, I shifted just a bit closer. “Yep. They also watch your every movement and put little shock collars on you, so you don’t go wandering off.” I showed him the bracelet on my wrist I hadn’t had a chance to get Azazel to take off yet.

Cass huffed a laugh.

“What?”

Shaking his head, Cass held onto the bars and leaned away so he was almost swinging on them. “Nothing, just for a bunch of rebels they sure do have control issues.”

I snorted. “Tell me about it.”

“Then why don’t you leave?” Cass stopped swinging and locked eyes with me. “Just walk out