Immoral - G. Bailey Page 0,10

I think she means them.

“Who, Aala?” Ren asks, leaning closer, but Aala doesn’t answer as her eyes and hand on my cheek start to glow a bright blue that shocks us all silent. Like a snake wrapping around me, everything feels tight, and I suck in a deep breath before it’s gone, but Aala collapses to the floor. Ren jumps off the bed with incredible speed and reaches for her and manages to catch her head before she hits the floor. I shakily stand up, needing to lean on the wall to stop myself falling.

“Aala!” Masita screams, rushing to the floor as Ren picks Aala up and places her on the bed. She checks Aala over as Ren comes to me, cupping my cheeks, and I nod once, letting him know I’m alright. “She will be okay; I just have never seen her heal like that before. She has only ever healed tiny cuts and bruises before.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want her to,” I say, walking to the bed before I pick up her tiny hand as Ren whispers something behind me.

“What is it?” I ask, turning back to Ren, whose eyes are fixed on my back.

“Your scars from the wings were big cuts, covered in blood and stitches, but now they are nothing more than two long white lines,” he explains in awe. “She healed you.”

No wonder I feel so much better. Looking back down at the little girl, I remember what it was like to have a gift at her age and how scared I was most of the time.

“But hopefully not at a big price,” I whisper, noticing how I feel a million times better, but I wouldn’t have done it if I knew it would hurt Aala. Aala mutters something in her sleep before her eyes open and she stares up at us.

“I’m sleepy,” Aala says around a yawn as she sits up, and Masita hugs her tightly, but her eyes find me. Something in them makes me wonder how powerful Aala actually is and which goddess is watching over her and sending her to me.

Ren wraps his arms around me, his lips near my ear, and he talks so quietly I barely hear him. “When Henry comes, you leave and don’t look back. Everything has been planned.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I nod once, but I’m not leaving without him, Vesnia, Thallon and the other vampires here like Aala.

“Where are Thallon and Vesnia?” I ask him, and he shakes his head.

“They were being dragged out when I came here,” he answers, and I shake a little bit as I send a silent prayer to the gods. Please keep them alive.

Chapter 5

Thallon

The angel walks around me in a circle, his white cloak chasing him around as his eyes take every bit of me in. I don’t focus on him, as my gaze stays fixed on the two pools of burning fire in front of me. Black fire and light fire…much different from the academy and far purer. This is where the power to change our souls into angels actually comes from. The light above, or the Great Light, made these pits of magic, and they are connected to his soul, but over time, they have become strong on their own. They have a life of their own now…I know that rumour is true because the power chose to bring Ren back to life. The Great Light would never have let that happen, so that means only one thing: he doesn’t control the power he created anymore.

“Where is Kaitlyn? What did you do to her?” I demand. The angel comes to a halt right in front of me, looking down at me from under his large nose.

“Thallon Cross, Kaitlyn Lightson has betrayed your race and people. Do you understand this?” he asks me, watching me very closely. I want to tell him to fuck off, that the angel race is messed up to begin with and Kaitlyn has spent her life trying to survive. I want to tell him the vampires are not heartless creatures, they are not monsters.

And that the angels are wrong.

And that I’m fucking glad I didn’t choose a side and become more of what they are.

“Tell him lies and come to me. We will save her together, Thallon Cross,” a female voice whispers into my ear, but the angel doesn’t even flinch. He didn’t hear it.

If I tell the angel the truth, they will kill me, and I can’t save Kaitlyn