Immoral - G. Bailey Page 0,32
asks after walking over to us. The twins are ridiculously good looking—it’s hard not to notice—but I also don’t know which one is which. I think this one is Nick because he seems more serious than his brother.
“As we will ever be. The vampires owe the demons a great debt,” Ren answers, and Nick nods once.
“A debt my queen is sure not to forget in the future. Let us focus on war and peace before we trade favours of any kind,” Nick answers and gives us a short nod before walking on to Madi and the tales.
“Stay close,” Ren warns me, not that I have any intention of listening. If he knew my plan, he would lock me away and not let me fight. I can’t risk that, and I know it’s my fate to end the light above. I’m his saviour wrapped in destruction. But he never knew I would be his.
“Stay safe. All of you,” I say just before we hear the sound of drums. The hushed whispers of the army around us die away as the drums get louder, the beat faster, just before we see a dark cloud burst through the skyline in the far distance. Thousands and thousands of angels fly in a formation towards us, a mixture of light and dark, and their white armour reflecting the sun. Behind them is a massive group of angels on horses, spears attached to their sides, pointed at us. I gulp, slipping out my sword and turning away from my mate. I climb onto Ayda, who’s also donning battle gear, and pat her mane as Myles shifts into his wolf in front of me. His wolf stares at me for a moment before turning back to the angels. I pick up the reins and lean down to Ayda.
“Thank you,” I tell her, hoping she can understand me like I think she does. Ayda chose me for a reason, and this moment is what we have been brought together for, and I won’t let her down any time soon. I know she won’t let me down either.
Ren looks over at me as he climbs onto Henry’s horse at my side and pulls out his swords. I have to admit, that was hella sexy to see.
“If we survive this, can we bring the swords to our bedroom?” I ask Ren, and he laughs. Henry grins up at me, lifting his sword.
“I have a sword for you too.”
“Cheesy line, mate,” Thallon says, shaking his head with a big smile. Myles’s wolf huffs, and it’s just the tiny distraction we all needed before the literal storm descends on us. Clearing my throat, I look back at the angels, seeing the deadly swords in their hands and the looks on their faces. How frightened Ren must have been when an angel army like this came to his home and killed all those vampires.
This is the last time the angels get to destroy anyone. They can’t rule anymore; they are too corrupt and cold.
The army crashes into us like a wave against the rocks, and I don’t even know how it happened so quickly, but I lose track of all my mates within seconds. I’m sure I hear Ren roar my name, but I can’t see anything but wings, and magic, and everything going mad. My sword clashes with an angel right in front of me, his brown eyes glaring into mine. Ayda kicks him with her leg, giving me the element of surprise, and I shove my sword into his stomach. He coughs twice before falling off my sword onto the ground, and Ayda doesn’t wait, flying into the air. We sweep between angels in the sky until we get above them, and suddenly an angel smacks into me, knocking me off Ayda. I scream as I tumble through the air, the angel flying after me. Swallowing my panic, I pull out one of the tiny knives Myles gave me earlier and fling it at the angel. It slices through his throat, and hot blood smothers me before his body harshly hits my chest and falls away as I shove it with my arms. The ground looks so close, and I brace myself for one hell of a hard landing just before Ayda flies underneath me, and I crash onto her back. Grabbing her reins, I swing my legs around her, and she bolts into the air. I look down to see Madi in the air near me, her whole body glowing