pass.
Half angel, a powerful vampress, when she curses you it's written in the book of spiritual transgressions, it's cast in stone as surely as it's scarred into the akashic records.
Darise stands straight, his black eyes growing so dark they look infinite, “We'll see about that.”
Abandoning us when he vanishes, I look at my sister and younger brother, giving Ellie another big hug, “Ignore him, he's an ass.”
“The world has enough asses and not enough angels. He should choose to be an angel, a liberating light, but instead he scorns his own family of light,” she says.
“So darkness awaits,” I nod, understanding her logic as if it's my own. We're twins right down to the bone.
“When he has what he loves more than himself, he'll lose it.” She gives me a determined nod, clutching my hand tightly in her own.
She's so dainty and perfect, I don't understand why she hasn't found love yet.
Jo flops onto the end of my bed, jostling us, “Ellie, be nice.”
She looks at him, squeezing my hand tighter with inner turmoil, “I don't make the rules Jowendrhan, I just see what you guys are too blind to see. The ether vibrates with every action, and he has a shadow following him because he's so selfish. One day that shadow will swallow him, blind him to himself, and make him live eternity in regret.”
I think back to Venix. I'm tall for my age, already 6' 2. The seven inches he has on me burns my hide. One day I'll be as big as he is, and when that day comes I'm going to hand his ass to him on a shattered platter.
Chapter 3
Tasmin:
After trotting down the short road to the beach, I navigate the uneven gap onto the wide stretch of sand.
I know this time I'm too early for any of them. I won't get caught out twice. The sky is barely tingeing coral with the new dawn and the wind coasting off the ocean is so chilling it scalds my lungs. Without a doubt, I'm too early for surfers or varsity guys.
Inhaling deeply, freedom and excitement ignite in my chest. Touching my toes in a long stretch, I then do a few leg lunges and side twists to limber up.
Ready, I pick my way carefully over the soft sand to get to where the water has hardened the ocean grains with high tide.
Shells catch my eye as I walk watching my feet. Ripples stay in the sand from a previous tide and it looks like Neptune was doodling it with a quill while we slept.
Smiling at the thought, I stare out at the ocean, listening to the early morning bird chatter from the shrub lining the boundary of the beach. I'm just about to start running when I spy a loner a good distance up the strand. It's male, dressed in dark clothing.
This is not good. He could be a hungover drunk, or a vagrant who sleeps on the beach. Either way no one is here, and me running right across his path now seems foolish and dangerous. I'm alone. I didn't even bring my phone. A deserted beach is the perfect place to commit a crime.
Narrowing my gaze, I study him. Sneaking back up the incline so I am behind him and won't catch his eye if he glances this way, I struggle over the mounds of soft sand. It's laborious walking up here because my feet sink into drifts with every step.
He's riveted to the mesmerizing motion of waves rushing up the gentle incline, frothing and foaming, fizzing when they recede again. The effervescence leaves behind the clutter of conical shells with snails still wriggling within.
Sometimes I sit down there just to watch how they pucker to my skin when I pick them up and prod the slimy gray insides with a finger. At least, I did, until I found out a lot of them can be deadly.
It's fresh and crisp this morning, the saline scent sharp with every inhalation. Getting stealthily closer, I'm still trying to gauge if this dude is a threat or not.
I do not need this. I got up at sparrow fart to run down here and typically someone has to ruin it for me.
He moves, and I freeze.
Standing, brushing the sand off his jeans, he strolls right down to
Half angel, a powerful vampress, when she curses you it's written in the book of spiritual transgressions, it's cast in stone as surely as it's scarred into the akashic records.
Darise stands straight, his black eyes growing so dark they look infinite, “We'll see about that.”
Abandoning us when he vanishes, I look at my sister and younger brother, giving Ellie another big hug, “Ignore him, he's an ass.”
“The world has enough asses and not enough angels. He should choose to be an angel, a liberating light, but instead he scorns his own family of light,” she says.
“So darkness awaits,” I nod, understanding her logic as if it's my own. We're twins right down to the bone.
“When he has what he loves more than himself, he'll lose it.” She gives me a determined nod, clutching my hand tightly in her own.
She's so dainty and perfect, I don't understand why she hasn't found love yet.
Jo flops onto the end of my bed, jostling us, “Ellie, be nice.”
She looks at him, squeezing my hand tighter with inner turmoil, “I don't make the rules Jowendrhan, I just see what you guys are too blind to see. The ether vibrates with every action, and he has a shadow following him because he's so selfish. One day that shadow will swallow him, blind him to himself, and make him live eternity in regret.”
I think back to Venix. I'm tall for my age, already 6' 2. The seven inches he has on me burns my hide. One day I'll be as big as he is, and when that day comes I'm going to hand his ass to him on a shattered platter.
Chapter 3
Tasmin:
After trotting down the short road to the beach, I navigate the uneven gap onto the wide stretch of sand.
I know this time I'm too early for any of them. I won't get caught out twice. The sky is barely tingeing coral with the new dawn and the wind coasting off the ocean is so chilling it scalds my lungs. Without a doubt, I'm too early for surfers or varsity guys.
Inhaling deeply, freedom and excitement ignite in my chest. Touching my toes in a long stretch, I then do a few leg lunges and side twists to limber up.
Ready, I pick my way carefully over the soft sand to get to where the water has hardened the ocean grains with high tide.
Shells catch my eye as I walk watching my feet. Ripples stay in the sand from a previous tide and it looks like Neptune was doodling it with a quill while we slept.
Smiling at the thought, I stare out at the ocean, listening to the early morning bird chatter from the shrub lining the boundary of the beach. I'm just about to start running when I spy a loner a good distance up the strand. It's male, dressed in dark clothing.
This is not good. He could be a hungover drunk, or a vagrant who sleeps on the beach. Either way no one is here, and me running right across his path now seems foolish and dangerous. I'm alone. I didn't even bring my phone. A deserted beach is the perfect place to commit a crime.
Narrowing my gaze, I study him. Sneaking back up the incline so I am behind him and won't catch his eye if he glances this way, I struggle over the mounds of soft sand. It's laborious walking up here because my feet sink into drifts with every step.
He's riveted to the mesmerizing motion of waves rushing up the gentle incline, frothing and foaming, fizzing when they recede again. The effervescence leaves behind the clutter of conical shells with snails still wriggling within.
Sometimes I sit down there just to watch how they pucker to my skin when I pick them up and prod the slimy gray insides with a finger. At least, I did, until I found out a lot of them can be deadly.
It's fresh and crisp this morning, the saline scent sharp with every inhalation. Getting stealthily closer, I'm still trying to gauge if this dude is a threat or not.
I do not need this. I got up at sparrow fart to run down here and typically someone has to ruin it for me.
He moves, and I freeze.
Standing, brushing the sand off his jeans, he strolls right down to
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