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

to come to Hell after a great deal of thought. She considered the alternatives. She tried another plan that didn’t pan out.

This was what she had to do, and she wouldn’t let anyone convince her otherwise. Not even these hot men.

That meant that she needed to keep her wits about her. Something that was impossible to do when Adrian touched her, or Thane spoke. And she had no doubt that when she got out of the shower they would take over her life.

They didn’t understand her need to see the Devil. They probably wouldn’t even if she explained it. Adrian seemed too selfish and wouldn’t understand why she wanted to help someone else. Thane on the other hand didn’t have emotions at all.

Although, that might make him the best choice to reason with. And she knew that she needed to do that.

As much as she wished to just leave Hell, to ignore this new side of her and just flee, she knew that she couldn’t.

For once, the selfish choice was also the one that would help the most. She could try to escape, try to venture out in Hell by herself, or she could stay and try to get some help, some resources or information.

Obviously, if they refused to give her any of those, she’d need to pick the first option, but really, she needed to at least try. Which meant that she had to at least go ask.

Darn, she didn’t want to leave the relative safety of the shower. Out there, things were too real. But she couldn’t wash her hair again.

Sighing, Sophie got out of the shower and dried off.

It was nice to be washed, to get that blood off of her. She would never enjoy fighting, that’s one thing that she learned today.

She really looked forward to when she could be done all of this. She wasn’t a girl who liked adventure. That was for sure!

It already ruined her clothes and put her in this awkward situation.

Had Thane mentioned something about clothes?

That would be good, considering that her shirt and pants were pretty much covered in blood, and Adrian stole her underwear at some point in time. He didn’t seem eager to give them back either.

Just the thought of what happened earlier had her body humming with excitement. And didn’t that make her just as pervy as Adrian was?

Well, that didn’t matter at the moment.

Annie had always pushed her to step out of her comfort zone. And so she would take this in stride. For Annie.

And a little for myself.

Sophie wrapped the towel around her and looked at her clothes. They could be thrown out, but there was something that she wanted to keep. The penny had helped her so far, and she intended to keep using it. Maybe wherever her consciousness was, Annie was guiding her.

Opening the door slowly, Soph peered out.

She could see the two empty beds, and again wondered if they both slept in the same room.

Of course they do. It’s a cave. How many rooms do you think there are?

The only thing that really mattered though, was that no one was in there now.

It took her a moment to notice the clothing that was left on the bed. There were no undergarments, and Sophie could not go without a bra!

She ignored her annoyance and put the penny down on a nightstand before putting on her own bra and the shirt. It was black with a design on the front. It squeezed her chest, which made her think that it was probably a guy’s shirt.

They just weren’t built for women, there was no room for her boobs! The pants fit her snugly too. Catching on her hips and thighs. But they would have to do.

It was time to face the music. Soph sighed.

Coming out of the bedroom, Sophie stopped. Thane was placing plates on the table in the room across from her. It wasn’t the food that caught her attention.

No, it was the yummy tall, Fallen Angel who was serving it.

Without all the blood, she was able to take in his beauty. No, beauty wasn’t the right word. He wasn’t pretty in any sense of the word. His head, although smooth, was well shaped. He didn’t have rolls on the back like some people. It drew attention to his face. And what a great face that was!

His eyes were large, dark and were always intense. His face looked frozen in place, as if carved in chocolate and kept in a cool place. His cheekbones were perfectly sculpted, slightly sharp and mirrored by the slash of eyebrows.

His nose was wide, slightly flattened but was well proportioned to the rest of his face.

And his lips!

They didn’t curve like Adrian’s, or turn down. They were perfect, pillowy, sexy, but immobile.

And oh, what a body. While Adrian was muscular with no bulk, Thane looked like he ate muscle for breakfast.

He was probably a foot taller than her, and he was larger in body too.

She didn’t often meet people who were the size of a truck.

He made Sophie feel small, and she wasn’t a small person. She was often considered fat. Her stomach wasn’t flat, and probably never would be. And then her breasts were overly large. They were heavy, and therefore not perky, which is why she had to wear her bra, again.

But Thane’s chest was large, slabs of muscle over muscle. His stomach was chiselled too. He must have a twelve pack! Even his thighs looked powerful under his pants.

And, oh gosh, she’d been standing there ogling him!

It didn’t go unnoticed either. Soph looked over to find Adrian grinning at her. She was sure that she blushed, whether he could tell or not.

“Come.” Thane’s dark voice ordered, scraping along her skin. Sophie couldn’t suppress a