ZION Things were slightly better between Alina and me. We still weren't talking to one another in school but we were civilized, greeting each other whenever we saw each other. We pretended as if whatever happened yesterday never happened. No one needed to know what went on between us or what almost happened to her. However, we had to disclose this to the teachers and principal who handled this as quietly as possible. Turned out, the school had a working security cam pointing toward the bleachers which recorded everything.I just hoped no one watched that camera footage every day because then they would have seen what happened between me and that Megan girl.Brady was expelled with immediate effect and I was given a warning. The principal didn't want to issue me with a suspension because I was basically considered a hero. They reprimanded us from skipping school after the incident but after Alina

ALINA Somehow, we always found our way to the lake. Or at least Zion always found his way to the lake. I realized that he found solace in its quietness. Peace in its tranquility. The clear water of the lake reflected the black stary sky, rippling ever so slightly with the harsh gust of wind that disturbed its peace. The wind ruffled the leaves of the tall trees that lined the area, hiding us from the world. My eyes watched the full silver moon that glistened brightly in the sky. A shiver racked my body, the weather becoming colder as we approached winter.I sat on the pebbles that covered the shore, Zion next to me. He had changed from his costume to a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that he had in his trunk. His car had so many different things stashed in the trunk that it wouldn't surprise me if he pulled out a mini fridge anymore. He had even made me change into a pair of sweats and one of his T-shirts that hugged my figur

ZIONI watched the dagger soar through the air, barely grazing my arm as it flew pass me. Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion; Alina asking me to run and get out of here, me watching every rotation the dagger did before hitting its intended victim, the way the dagger finally pierced Lucifer in the abdomen, the way he fell to his knees with his mouth open and eyes wide but no sound emanating from him. It all felt so strange.Alina held my shoulders firmly and began shaking me back to reality, the chaos of the situation finally settling into my brain. I glared at her but she didn't seem fazed. The panicked expression on her face becoming more and more distressing."Zion, snap out of it," she chided, "you have to get out of here. Get home and protect your family. Do you understand me, go!" She shoved me away and when I just stood there, eyes still glaring at her, she resorted to yelling, "Zion! Go, now! That won't hold him forever. It will hurt him but not kill him since

ZIONI chose to go to sleep because I just wasn't ready to face Alina. I wasn't sure if I could get past the fact that she just happened to be the daughter of Lucifer. No matter how much I tried, the thought just lingered in my mind like a persistent little mosquito that refused to leave me alone. I hated it. Every single part of it. Unlike the angels that took away her wings, I didn't think of her as an abomination. It would have been better if she were either a full angel or fully human but unfortunately luck was never on my side.I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. She did save my life that night. He expected her to be the killer he trained but her human side wouldn't allow it. She felt emotions on a human level. The bond between us also played its part. Really thinking about it, our fate reminded me very much so of something out of a fantasy werewolf novel. A soulmate, a mate bond, the sexual attraction, and chemistr

ALINAHe looked at me as if I had completely lost it. It wasn't like me to want to experiment in that manner with anyone even if that person was my sworn soulmate. But right now all I could think of was the feeling I felt each time he touched me. I couldn't help but wonder what if it went further, how would that feel?Maybe I felt that way because my birthday was coming up. Wasn't it ironic that I was born on the twenty-fifth of December? As far as I could tell, turning eighteen in the supernatural world really meant nothing. Eighteen was something humans made a big deal of whereas the only day that actually meant something for an angel was the day they stopped aging. That meant that they had reached full maturity and could conduct their duties with no problems.However, maybe the principal didn't apply to me. I was a mortal teenager with raging hormones and at the age of eighteen, nothing was stopping me;