Once I’m out, I have to dodge the angels without raising anyone's suspicions including the boy next door that has some secrets of his own. Dylan soon learns I’m not as normal as I pretend to be, but will he tell? Crazy or not, I can’t go back to the isolation ward. I’m thrust into a world I didn’t know existed. A world with angels and monsters … and they’re all coming for me.
There’s a war coming and it’s time to pick sides.
I said from between my fingers. “I sleep in the closest because I’m afraid I’ll see the angels when I wake up and scream. If my aunt finds out she’ll send me back to that place.” Wet, slow tears dripped down my cheeks. “I can’t go back there. I can’t. The straitjacket. The screaming. The bars. I can’t.” A shiver spread through my whole body. “I did like you said. I went into the treehouse last night. I yelled at them and … and…” I stared into Dylan’s brown eyes. “One of them looked down at me.” I covered my face with my hands. My confession would damn me. “I’m crazy.”
Dylan wrapped his arms around me. “It’ll be okay.”
His musky scent made me want to bury my nose in his shirt and never come up. “How? How!” I laid my head on his shoulder and felt the overwhelming urge to scream.
“Tevy. I’m not going to say anything. I can help … holy shi—”
“What?” I picked up head and jerked. There was one of them, the angels, right there. He stood in front of us with huge, black shimmering wings and some kind of metal armor on. “You … you see that?”
“I see that.”
“You really see that?”
“I really see that.”
I’m not crazy! Wait, I’m not crazy? Then the angel drew out his sword and smiled.
“Saw that too.” Dylan let go of me and jammed his Jeep into reverse.
I grabbed his leg, holding in a scream as we spun around and then charged forward. He saw my angel! What the hell did that mean? “It’s following us!” I could see it in the rearview mirror, the wings shimmering in the sun as it flew behind us. I grabbed the dashboard with both hands as we took a corner too fast.
“Where’d it go?” he yelled, still driving down the lonely stretch of road.
“Behind us!” I screamed as it slashed its sword at the back window. The blade missed and suddenly there were more glints. More angels. “Oh, my God.” I counted ten with glittering rainbow wings as we swerved to the right and down some no-name, one-lane road. We bounced around wildly before coming to the end where it met a suburban street, quiet in the early morning hours. “They’re gone.” I spun in my seat to stare back. I didn’t see anything now. “How did you see them? Why did you see them now of all times?” My eyes went wide and I stared down at my hands. “Touch.” I’d been touching Dylan when he saw them. When I let go of him, that was when he asked me where they were. Could it be that simple? How did any of this make any freaking sense? “Dylan.” I turned to him. “They’re real. They are real. I’m not crazy.” Sort of.
Dylan sat in the driver’s seat, breathing fast. His chest rose and fell so quickly I thought maybe he was hyperventilating or something. “Dylan?”
He grabbed the steering wheel and kept gasping.
“Deep breaths. Deep breaths.” I place a hand on his back. He was hyperventilating. “Listen to my voice. Calm. Down.” I pressed my other hand on his chest. “There you go. Easy.” He was freaking out worse than I was. Of course, I’d seen them before. I tried to remember what I did when I first saw them. Oh, right, ran screaming. “You okay now?”
He shook his head but let go of the steering wheel to face me.
He took a shaky breath and then another. Dylan leaned forward, surprising me by pressing his forehead to mine.
“Keep breathing,” I whispered. “We’re safe.”
“Sorry.” He kept staring into my eyes. “Wasn’t expecting that.”
I knew that feeling. “Okay now?”
“I saw an angel. An angry angel. An angry angel with a sword.”
“Welcome to my world.”
Prize Two - Hidden Legacy Series
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