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her take the angel’s hand and walk into the mist. She looked over her shoulder and gave one last wave, the smile on her face so beautiful he wanted to cry.
Ryssa dropped David’s hand and the bedroom wall suddenly reappeared, looking as solid as it ever had. He turned back to the bed to see the frail form of his mother, eyes closed, features serene. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard a door close.
His mother was gone. And so was Ryssa.
Chapter 6 – Always Darkest
J ax was gone.
Ryssa knew that the moment she entered the little apartment. It was just as dark as it always was. Just as cool and quiet. His scent – sandalwood and leather – still hung faintly in the air. But the subtle, low-level thrum of his magick was absent.
There was no need to go into the kitchen and eat right away, because there was no one waiting on her.
Was he hungry, she wondered vaguely, the urge to care for him still strong. Probably not. Vlane Masterson was known for taking care of his own, and if the rumors were true, there were hand-picked live-in donors right there on the estate. She hoped whoever it was would be considerate enough to stay away from dairy products.
She wasn’t hungry anyway. Opening the veil took a lot out of her, and all she really wanted to do was crash. But she forced herself to step into the shower and wash away any lingering scents from outside. She slathered on the vanilla body wash and honey scented shampoo, so that when she climbed beneath the sheets – alone – it would smell exactly the same. Vanilla and honey mixed with Jax’s lingering scents.
Ryssa toweled off, smiling when she saw Jax had left one of his T-shirts laid out for her. Pulling it on, she crawled into bed and snuggled her face into his pillow.
Only then did she allow the tears to fall. She was alone now. Again. It wasn’t the first time, though it had been long enough that she’d forgotten just how empty the feeling could be. There was no one to talk to, no one to tease her, no one to hold her through the daytime and keep her safe.
No one who cared more about her than what she could do for them.
This would probably be the last day she’d be permitted to remain here. Karthik had allowed it because he knew Jax looked out for her, but now... He wouldn’t want to take the chance that anything would happen to her. There weren’t many like her. While she’d heard rumors of other Fallen, she’d never actually come across one.
Fallen weren’t like other Angels. They were the flawed ones, the rejects, the ones who didn’t have unshakable faith, the ones who questioned and didn’t blindly follow the rules simply because .
When Ryssa made the choice to save the young Fae girlchild from a life of misery all those years ago, she did so knowing the consequences of her actions. By voluntarily exchanging her life for the other girl’s, she had saved the child’s soul but doomed her own in the process.
Karthik and others like him could not destroy her; being Angel-born meant she had a natural resistance to the evil that worked its way into hearts and souls of others. No matter what they did to her, deep inside, she remained whole and intact, something that would not have been assured for the Fae child had she been left to her Fate.
It had been an impulsive decision, but even if she’d had time to think long and hard, the outcome would have been the same. Her brother, Zach, had been upset with her for a very long time. Ryssa still couldn’t bear to see the hurt in his eyes. She knew that he pulled some strings to ensure that he was the one to come for those Ryssa helped whenever possible; just as she knew that he would never stop trying to get her to repent and ask for forgiveness.
What he didn’t seem to understand was that she couldn’t do that, because she was not sorry. If faced with the same situation, she’d do the same thing again in a heartbeat. That pretty much ruled out ever going back. The mortal plane was
Ryssa dropped David’s hand and the bedroom wall suddenly reappeared, looking as solid as it ever had. He turned back to the bed to see the frail form of his mother, eyes closed, features serene. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard a door close.
His mother was gone. And so was Ryssa.
Chapter 6 – Always Darkest
J ax was gone.
Ryssa knew that the moment she entered the little apartment. It was just as dark as it always was. Just as cool and quiet. His scent – sandalwood and leather – still hung faintly in the air. But the subtle, low-level thrum of his magick was absent.
There was no need to go into the kitchen and eat right away, because there was no one waiting on her.
Was he hungry, she wondered vaguely, the urge to care for him still strong. Probably not. Vlane Masterson was known for taking care of his own, and if the rumors were true, there were hand-picked live-in donors right there on the estate. She hoped whoever it was would be considerate enough to stay away from dairy products.
She wasn’t hungry anyway. Opening the veil took a lot out of her, and all she really wanted to do was crash. But she forced herself to step into the shower and wash away any lingering scents from outside. She slathered on the vanilla body wash and honey scented shampoo, so that when she climbed beneath the sheets – alone – it would smell exactly the same. Vanilla and honey mixed with Jax’s lingering scents.
Ryssa toweled off, smiling when she saw Jax had left one of his T-shirts laid out for her. Pulling it on, she crawled into bed and snuggled her face into his pillow.
Only then did she allow the tears to fall. She was alone now. Again. It wasn’t the first time, though it had been long enough that she’d forgotten just how empty the feeling could be. There was no one to talk to, no one to tease her, no one to hold her through the daytime and keep her safe.
No one who cared more about her than what she could do for them.
This would probably be the last day she’d be permitted to remain here. Karthik had allowed it because he knew Jax looked out for her, but now... He wouldn’t want to take the chance that anything would happen to her. There weren’t many like her. While she’d heard rumors of other Fallen, she’d never actually come across one.
Fallen weren’t like other Angels. They were the flawed ones, the rejects, the ones who didn’t have unshakable faith, the ones who questioned and didn’t blindly follow the rules simply because .
When Ryssa made the choice to save the young Fae girlchild from a life of misery all those years ago, she did so knowing the consequences of her actions. By voluntarily exchanging her life for the other girl’s, she had saved the child’s soul but doomed her own in the process.
Karthik and others like him could not destroy her; being Angel-born meant she had a natural resistance to the evil that worked its way into hearts and souls of others. No matter what they did to her, deep inside, she remained whole and intact, something that would not have been assured for the Fae child had she been left to her Fate.
It had been an impulsive decision, but even if she’d had time to think long and hard, the outcome would have been the same. Her brother, Zach, had been upset with her for a very long time. Ryssa still couldn’t bear to see the hurt in his eyes. She knew that he pulled some strings to ensure that he was the one to come for those Ryssa helped whenever possible; just as she knew that he would never stop trying to get her to repent and ask for forgiveness.
What he didn’t seem to understand was that she couldn’t do that, because she was not sorry. If faced with the same situation, she’d do the same thing again in a heartbeat. That pretty much ruled out ever going back. The mortal plane was
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