sat on my heels and began hitting my head with the palm of my hands. Gabriel gripped my wrists, further angering me. Jerking my hands away, I shoved him back.
“Stay away from me,” I warned as I stumbled to my feet
“Rahovart, calm yourself, Brother. All will be well.”
“Calm myself? Calm myself? You saw her face. You cannot tell me all will be well. You know the deal—she must fall in love with a ‘Demon’ as she has before. You think she will after that? I failed! She’ll never speak to me again!” Releasing a scream as loud as my lungs would provide, I fell to my knees again.
Chapter Ten
Resting my head in my hands, I caught a glimpse of John marching toward me seconds before he clocked me.
“You ever talk to my daughter like that again, and I will tear you limb from limb.”
“There is nothing you can do to me that would be worse than what I have done to myself.”
His threat meant nothing to me. I had destroyed the only person who cared enough and was strong enough to save me. Etta said she knew I’d come back for her. Little did she know, it would be to tear her soul to shreds. Who better for the job though? I seemed to have the knack for destroying the women who truly loved me despite the monster I’d become.
Maybe that had been the plan from the beginning. How stupid I was for believing a villain might have a happily ever after. Rolling onto my back, I laughed at myself for thinking I ever had a snowball’s chance in Hell for anything beyond what I deserved.
“I believe he’s snapped,” Gabriel said to John.
“You son of a…,” Lifting me by the collar of my shirt, John shoved me into the wooden fence.
“You want a piece of me? C’mon.” Tired of his attitude and needing to get some aggression out, I smacked him with my fist.
“Oh, you done messed up now, boy.” John tackled me. Unfortunately for him, I wouldn’t go down so easy. Much to my surprise, John didn’t seem as strong as I had been led to believe a High Knight should be. Matching blow for blow, we pummeled each other for a few minutes until Gabriel stood between us.
“Enough! You’re acting like children.”
“Don’t look at me. He started it,” I replied, even though I knew it further proved my brother’s point.
“I started it? You’re the one who won’t stay away from my daughter.”
“And what does that matter to you, John? Why does it bother you so much that I love her and want to be in her life?”
“Why? I’ll tell you why. You’re nothing but a whiny, sniveling spoiled Arch who feels he deserves my baby girl just because he fought in Hell for her and his own agenda. All it has proved is you’re easily impressionable. You flip like a switch. And if you fall again, where will that leave my baby? Huh? Are you going to do what’s best for her or drag her down like you did your first wife? Oh yeah, I know all about her.”
“Abihail was an accident. I never intended for her to go to Purgatory. I have been forgiven for that.”
“I don’t care what Father has forgiven you for. If it were my girl, do you think I would forgive you so easily?”
“I would never hurt Etta.”
“Damn right you won’t. I won’t give you that chance.”
“You can’t keep me from her.”
“You think so? Watch me. Have fun being human, boy.” John turned to walk toward the house. I understood his natural fear of my past. It scared me at times as well, but I would never do to Etta what I had done to Abihail.
“No, John. You don’t understand. You cannot keep her from me.” My pleas for Etta stopped John’s march inside. He stormed toward me, pointing his finger in my face.
“You made a bet with my daughter’s life as the prize! That’s all this is to you…a bet for you to win so you can have your shiny wings, your cushiony job, and a highly coveted woman again.” Having said his piece, John returned inside.
Dejected, I stormed off through the back gate and away from the Divad
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