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CHAPTER 40
'The wormhole is up there. I knew it was here somewhere.' He looked pleased with himself, a smugness creeping into his features, despite the fact we had a whole army of very pissed-off Angels on our tail.
'You expect us to climb up there?'It was high. Really fucking high. I didn't have any particular fear of heights, but I also didn't spend my days hoping I could climb up the tallest bookcase in existence without a safety harness. He had to be kidding about this. Had to be . I stared at him with a hope that died a quick death as soon as I saw the look in his eyes.'Well, unless you're about to grow a pair of wings and fly us up there, yes, I do expect us to climb and I expect us to do it as fast as we bloody can before a Cherubim swoops in here and rips our hearts from our chests.''Cherubim?' My mouth went desert-dry. 'You never said the Erelim had called the Cherubim.''I have no idea what's coming, but whatever it is, it's pissed as fuck. So, if you wantRelated chapters
Her Worst Nightmare CHAPTER 41
From my very first taste of Ethan, I'd known I was hooked.I was an addict, after all, and it had never really mattered what it was - booze, boys, drugs, danger – I always just knew when I'd found what I needed, and that first hit was always everything . There's a wave of emotion that lifts you up to the Heavens and drags you all the way back down into Hell, and then you get addicted to that too. To the high andthe low, because as deep as your addictions can bury you, you know that the next time you rise up, it's going to be spectacular. Euphoric.The best fucking hit of your life .I'd never really been that bothered about trying to deny my addictions before. Why would I? They were the fire in my veins that set aflame the ghosts of my childhood. With each pill, each line of coke, I watched the ghosts burn. With each sweaty, grubby moment of passion with a nameless guy that couldn't get enough of me, I rejoiced as the fire consumed everything. With every d
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Of course, he had nothing to be self-conscious about.I raised myself up a little higher on my elbows, drinking in the sight of him, desperate to satiate this thirst that was consuming me. I'd never wanted anyone like this before. I'd never felt so much like my whole body was screaming with desire.Holding out his arm out straight to one side, he dangled his jeans and boxers in the air, letting them drop from his hand onto the floor. He was enjoying this now, letting the demon take over, but I didn't care. The teasing was a turn-on. The way he was looking at me was a turn-on.Dropping to his knees at the bottom of the bed, he crawled up until he was over me, his hands positioned either side of my shoulders. Leaning down, his lips found mine again, and he kissed me deep, hard, licking his lips afterwards as if he was savouring the taste just as I was. Again, and again he kissed me, and my hands snaked into his hair, holding him there, not wanting him to stop. I tried t
Her Worst Nightmare CHAPTER 43
I awoke to the sound of running water and the smell of freshly-baked bread.On the floor, next to the bed, there was a white carrier bag with EATALY printed on the side, and poking out of the top, was a generously-sized olive-topped focaccia that smelled like Heaven, or at least, my idea of it. My stomach, clearly feeling neglected, grumbled angrily. I hadn't eaten a thing since the pastries Ethan had given to me before our trip to the Basilica and I was struck then by the realisation that I had no bloody idea at all how much time had passed since.So much had happened. Our journey through the wormholes. Getting inside the Vatican. St. Peter's Tomb. The Vaults. Here. Ethan. Me. Us.It felt like we'd lost hours in this room, wrapped up in each other, attempting to satiate a hunger that never seem to dissipate no matter how much we fed it. If anything, the hunger just seemed to grow, all vulnerabilities and all fears cast aside until it became something wild and untamea
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I frowned, putting the bag of bread to one side and shuffling over on the bed until I was sat next to him. His fingers were still absent-mindedly tracing the perfectly-neat script on the page.'I don't get it,' I said. 'Why didn't Saul kill her? I mean, she gave him some pretty shit news, to be fair. If she'd told him he would be victorious, I could understand. But she basically told him he was fucked and that he was going to lose the battle. Why did he let her live?''Because she was kind to him,' Ethan said. 'She could see he was completely terrified and she offered him comfort in his darkest hour. He might have been her enemy, but she knew that he had been manipulated by the Angels, like so many others. Ironic really that the man they sent to destroy the line of the Endorians, was the one who helped beget it.'My eyes widened. 'Wait, do you mean...'Ethan chuckled. 'Yeah. Saul and his three sons died in battle the next day, but his daughter – a daughter
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'You think I'm crazy, don't you?' he said.I was still staring at the vial. I couldn't look at him. Not yet. Not while an eternity rested in the palm of my hand.He chuckled, the sound forcing my gaze to meet his.'Maybe I am,' he said with a sniff, cuffing his nose with the back of his hand. 'You barely know me. I mean, you know more about me than anyone else ever has, but I guess that doesn't really matter. Not in human terms anyway. To you I must be this crazy bloke who's turned your world upside down and who's now asking to you stay with him for as long as we can stay alive. I wouldn't say yes if I was you.'His face was guarded, his tone too matter-of-fact, like he'd flipped a switch labelled Stop Being A Soft Bastard, but I could still see something in his eyes, a touch of hurt maybe? I hoped not. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him. I didn't know what the Hell I wanted, but I knew I didn't want that.'I'm not saying no...''But you're not
Her Worst Nightmare CHAPTER 46
I carried the two tiny cups of espresso back to the table, sliding in beside Ethan so I could see through the window. In the distance, the spires of the Duomo rose high above the Piazza, the sky behind it a tranquil clear-blue backdrop contrasting with the crowded chaos below.'Can I ask you something?' I said, wincing as the hot coffee scalded my lips.'If I say no, you're still going to ask me anyway, right?''Of course.' I shrugged, putting the cup back down on the miniature saucer and taking a deep breath. I knew how this was going to sound before I even opened my mouth, but I knew I had to say it. I had to know. 'The last time you broke into the Vaults,' I said. 'When you hid the Gospel there. Who helped you break in?'Ethan said nothing for a moment, his eyes not leaving mine as he took a sip of his coffee.I swallowed. 'I mean, you said yourself that you need a maledicti to get in and keep the Erelim distracted. So, who was she? The one that helped yo
Her Worst Nightmare CHAPTER 47
Take a pill, take a pill.Swallow it down. Let it stick in your throat. Let it take you to where the snow chills your toes. Where the birds swoop low.Take a drink, take a drink.Let it burn on your tongue. Ignite a forest fire in your stomach. Let the embers dull your senses. Make you numb.Take the needle.Let your flesh devour it. Your veins consume it. Let it hold you under the surface. Drown out the noise.Yes, drown it all out. Swallow it all and just drown .It's better that way, she says.She's right. And I hate her for it.Deep in the darkness, I dreamt of her.Maggie.Her hair was ash-grey. Her face, once a canvas for someone who had been pretty in her youth, was like plaster dust, pale and flaking. Her body had been pushed inside the living room wall of our old council flat, until just her head and arms were still visible. She reached for me and as I watched, the print of the gaudy floral wallpaper cre
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He was tall and lithe, dressed all in black, with cargo-trousers, black heavy lace-up boots and a black crew-neck vest top that showed off his well-toned arms. Around both wrists he wore matching hematite chain bracelets and his glossy, black hair was tied back in a Samurai-style topknot. His face was thin and angular, but handsome, and he carried himself in a way that demanded attention as he strode confidently towards where Juliette stood.As he reached Juliette, she dropped her hands to his shoulders and pressed her mouth against his. He accepted the kiss, I noticed, with a small hint of disdain and he pulled back almost instantly, dismissing her attentiveness with a glance at me over her shoulder. She spoke in a hushed tone into his ear, flourishing it with a coquettish giggle and looking back towards me as if she had just told him some fabulously-funny joke. His face, however, remained impassive. Stepping around her, he approached me, stopping just a couple of metres away,
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