My Protector, Mallory Davis [freenovel24 .txt] 📗

against his chest. He smelled like honey, sweet, sweet, honey. His lips brush the top of my head. I look up. This time it wasn’t desire that filled his eyes, it was adoration, pure adoration. He looked at peace. “Riley, when I’m with you I feel safe. You make me feel safe. You make me feel wanted. You give me a reason to live, to breath, to wake up another day. I love you. God, I love you so much.” He says and I suck in a breath. He just told me he loves me! Say something you idiot! I scream to myself. Instead I ball his shirt up in my hands and crush his body to mine. This kiss was wild, like a fire, consuming us both. I heard the fairies giggle around us and I smile against Dakota’s lips. Then he catches my bottom lip between his and nibbles it. I smile even more.         Chapter:10 The council

 

“Come on we have to go! The council is waiting” I whisper as Dakota trails kisses down my neck. He pulls back, he looks reluctant to leave, but he takes my hand and we run to the ballroom. Once were in they call me up to take a seat. Dakota takes a seat in the audience, with his eyes trained on me just me. I sat down and looked at the people that surrounds me. Three women, and two men. “Your name is Riley Johnson correct?” a man asks me. “Yes” I say in a high, clear voice. The man looks down at his paper. “It says here that you defeated a greater demon with little to no training is that correct?” He ask and I nod. “And were was you protector at the time?” He asks, voice dripping with distaste. “Look, Dakota has done a fine job of protecting me ok? So all of you need to lay off. Killing demons is in my blood, I can’t control it.” I say and now all the council stares at me. “I see, well, Riley were going to be honest. We have never seen an angel before. Although we know you are because the dagger that formed into your hand. Now we have to trigger something inside you that gives you the marks of an angel.” He says giving me a moment to absorb everything. “Well the only thing we can figure is letting you fight one of our greatest champions.” The women to the left of me says with a wicked smile. “Absolutely not!” Dakota and Sam’s voices rang out. Everyone in the room turns to them. There is silence. “Dakota Wayland and Sam Morris you are her protector’s correct?” He asks “That’s right” Sam says and Dakota stays quiet, staring narrow eyed. “Well, you do not have that authorization its Ms. Johnson’s choice. I wanted to know who I am and sitting around wasn’t going to help. “Ok, let’s do this” I say and guards restrain Dakota and Sam. “No, let me go” Dakota screams. “Stop, it’s my choice” I say as they drag them out the room. “Very well, but I imagine you would like to change” he says eyeing my dress with amusement in his eye. “Yes” I say through gritted teeth. A women wearing a business suit takes me to the bathroom and hangs me a leather, fighting outfit. “It was your mothers, we were good friends until she was murdered.” She says with real pain. So my mother was murdered. Where was my father when all this happened? I thought as I dressed in the skin tight leather pants and shirt. I pull my ink black hair up away from my face. I step back out of the bathroom and the council had already moved the oval table and replaced it with a blue wrestling mat. Then the man steps out of the shadow. He was at least seven foot tall and all of three hundred pounds. I step onto the mat with him they had Dakota and Sam chained against the back wall with duct tape over their mouths.  I take a deep breath. “You may fight with a knife, that is all, and death is of your choice.” The council man says and Dakota and Sam go crazy in the corner. “Michael” I whisper as the other man pulls out a butcher knife and smiles at me. My dagger appears in my hand and I pray that I make it out of here in one piece.    

 

 

Chapter 11: The fight, the sign

 

The man moves swiftly, he’s towering above me in seconds. He swings his knife, but I dodge it. The next one I didn’t see coming. He cut me across the face. I whip my dagger across his chest, but he just laughs. This time instead of his knife, his fist (that look like a ham) connects with my jaw. I fly backwards into the wall. My jaw bone cracks and unimaginable pain over takes my body. My heartbeat hammers in my ear. Blood flows in my eyes so I’m unable to see. I feel his knife though pointed at my throat. It digs into my flesh a fraction. I think of Dakota and how I will never get to tell him that I love him too. Get up. A voice whispers to me. ‘I can’t, I’m not strong enough’ I say. Not strong enough! Not strong enough? You are me in every essences you are an ANGEL, fight my child! You are a warrior. “Michael?” I whisper. Yes, now rise my child. I knock the knife from the man’s hand. I stand on my feet and rise now, I tower above the man. He looks into my eyes. Not amusement, but fear. Hard, cold, fear. “Michael” I whisper and my dagger appears into my hand. I point it against the man’s throat. I dig it in until it bleeds only a fraction. Blood still drips from my face. HOW DARE YOU ALL. A voice booms throughout the room. Do you DARE challenge a child of MINE? Michael the angel of war says. I shall kill everyone of you. He whispers and it sounds like the winds before a hurricane. “No, father, they didn’t know” I say. “Spare them please.” I whisper. There is a long silence. I look throughout the room. Everyone stares at me wide-eyed in fear. As you wish, my child. I will give you your gifts so that they may protect you. He says and I sprout wings. They tear through my shirt and grow until they have a sixteen foot wingspan the crowd gasps in surprise. The man who, just earlier tried to kill me, bows down at me feet. My body is lifted into the air. Beautiful swirls surround me. Gold, silver, black all intertwining with my arms creating marks of the angels. Power, energy, feels my body. I’m created into someone new, someone powerful. I clutch my dagger into my hand and I am realist onto the ground. My eyes flicker and my vision becomes acute, more detailed. I can see every little detail in the room. I can see how the people tremble and some cry. I can smell there fear, there amazement. I can hear their heart hammering in there chests. My eyes flicker to the  man who I first talked to at the council. He was frightened. “Unchain them” I say and he flinches at my words. Then he runs over and quickly unchains them. The boys stand and walk towards me cautiously.           When they reach my feet they bow. Everyone else bows also. They bow to me. I flicker my eyes again and retract my wings. Now everything is back to normal. “Rise to your feet” I whisper and the room rises at my command.    

                                                                                       

Chapter 12: More questions

 

“Riley, you saved us all” the man whispers. “I’m going to try and sleep I will answer any questions you have tomorrow” I say the man nods. “Boys can you show me where I’m going to be sleeping?” I ask and they take my hand and led me away. Once I reach my room I reach up and give Dakota a peck on the lips. He leaves with a nod. Now it’s just Sam and I in the hallway. “Do I get the same treatment?” He asks and I smile. I stand on my tippy toes and kiss him. Instead of it being quick like Dakota’s,  his lips part and so does my world. His mouth was softer than Dakota’s. Sam held me softly and kisses me tenderly. I push him against me harder and the kiss deepens. His hands tangle in my hair and I pull part. His breath was like a whisper against my neck. He closes the distance and kisses me again, this time it was sweet and slow. He pulls back and stares at me with his big, blue eyes. “Good night” he whispers and just like that he was gone. I open my door and strip of the leather clothing for boxer shorts and a tank top. I crawl under the covers and curl into the fetal position. Then I cry. I cry because I’m scared and lonely. I cry because I’m become, someone, something and I have no idea what that is. I hadn’t slept without Dakota in like forever. I missed his warm body holding me. I lie like that for hours. I look at the clock. 12:30pm. Tap, tap. The noise was coming from the window. I cautiously go to the window. It was Dakota on the ledge of a five story building. I quickly open it. “What are you doing? Are you crazy? Get in here!” I say. He steps through