Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

fighting machine? The Greeks called him Death, I call him Thane, he calls himself nothing.” Adrian laughed.

Sophie nodded, using her hand to show a writing motion.

She’d rather write than keep playing this guessing game. She hadn’t had this much trouble communicating in a long time. She sure took her little community for granted!

Thane seemed to understand for he nodded and moved towards the front door, hopefully to get her a paper and pen.

“Thane.” Adrian warned, which didn’t seem to go over well with the big guy. He just turned and looked at Adrian’s back, as if daring him to continue.

Sin laughed a little. “I have a tablet here, it’s closer and easier.”

She reached out to take the electronic device that he had just picked up, but he pulled his hand away with a laugh. “I might want to keep you mute. It has some advantages.” Thane growled and Adrian rolled his eyes. “However, how will I know your name if I don’t give this to you? Besides, I have some questions that I want answered.”

She quickly removed the tablet from his hand and pulled it towards herself, careful to keep the shirt pulled down to cover her legs.

She located a writing document program and opened it. This would be more ecofriendly than all that paper. Maybe when she got out of here, she’d get herself a tablet. Maybe something that spoke what she wrote. She didn’t have the money before, but she’d find a way to make some. This would be more convenient.

My name is Sophia. She wrote, keeping it simple. She had too much that she wanted to say, and if it came out all at once, she might confuse them.

Heck, she’d probably confuse herself.

“Sophia? Wow, real wholesome. Maybe I’ll call you Phie, sounds more sex-kittenish. Don’t you think, Thane?” Adrian asked, looking over his shoulder towards his friend. “Go wash up, buddy. You’re covered in more blood than the enemy.” Sophie doubted that.

“So, what are you doing down here, little Phie? I hear Hell is a great vacation spot lately. You know, warm weather, pretty surroundings and the locals are welcoming. But, I’m sure you didn’t travel these tunnels because you were bored with your everyday life. Were you lost or did you travel to this dimension for fun?” Adrian asked.

Sure, good holiday destination, right! I didn’t get lost. I came here on purpose, for a purpose. She typed, turning the screen to show him.

“Yeah, and what purpose could that possibly be? Did you hear that I was down here and decide to find me?”

Yeah, right. If she’d known he was in hell, she’d have brought extra protection—and not the latex kind! She’d have brought more bullets, and she’d have been a little wearier. I came here to make a deal with the Devil. Do you think you could take me to him?

Adrian raised an eyebrow and chuckled a little. “You’re not serious, are you?”

Yes, I’m completely serious. Why would that be funny? She didn’t need his mockery. She knew it was a farfetched idea, but she still needed to try.

Anything to help Annie.

“No. So, what’s your last name?” he asked, switching the subject. He didn’t need this information, but Sophie realized that she wouldn’t get anywhere with him. She’d have to ask Thane later, when she could get him alone.

He seemed more reasonable.

Torres. Adrian nodded, with a smile.

“Awesome. I knew you were a Latina. A little Mexican mamacita, huh? I knew there was a fiery-passion in you. We’re going to let that come out more, yeah?” His stereotypical thinking was way off base. She was more like the Virgin Mary than a sexy salsa dancer. What you are doesn’t define your personality.

Are you a Human or a Demon? It was important to know. She couldn’t trust a Demon, and these men seemed more demonic, more sinful—just more—than a human should be.

But Adrian just laughed and shook his head as if she was amusing.

She wanted to hit him. Maybe she would.

“Neither. I am, we are, Angels. Fallen, actually.” He said, turning to show her two twin scars.

Just like Mel’s.

Oh…

6

Thanatos watched the shock bloom on the girl’s face. He also saw recognition.

So, Sophia knew what Fallen Angels were. She was not shocked by the idea of Heaven. Although, she was in Hell at the moment, Heaven was not such a far stretch.

What was her reasoning for entering Hell in the first place? What did Adrian object to?

That was something that didn’t matter at the moment.

Curiosity was not welcome.

Thane turned, deciding to ignore this woman who sat on the couch. She was beautiful, with a roundish face that spoke of youth, satiny lips that would probably match her nipples, dark cascade of hair. Her face was truly lovely, but her body was what consumed his mind. He could still see her shapely legs spread out as Adrian tongued her, her head thrown back on a gasp and her upper body covered by the big shirt that didn’t do a thing to hide her large breasts.

She was not a thin girl that was considered culturally attractive. She had curves. She would be soft, pliant, where he was hard and strong.

His lust was focused on her. Far stronger than he had felt lately.

That was not a good thing.

Lust was one of the things that he had no experience feeling before he Fell. It was a foreign sensation that was not welcome. He used it to his advantage, often, but he would have preferred not to feel it at all. It was a waste of time, and was proof of his failure.

Simply put, Angels were not meant to feel. Emotions led to sin, which was selfish and harmful. Wrath left you vulnerable to attack. Greed allowed you to be manipulated. Sloth