Angel Grace
Chapter 1
I was seven when my mother and father abandoned me. I was left crying on the street, alone, in the rain. I sat huddled in an alley opening, waiting for something to kill me. Two shadows appeared around the corner. A woman's soft gasp caused my tiny body to tense. She leaned down, and picked me up, whispering soothing words in my ears. I shivered against her body, still terrified…
I bolted upright, my hand holding the white sheet to my bare chest. A grunt next me told me I'd woken my lover. My breathing was heavy, my heart racing. The dream hadn't even been scary, but something startled me. I'd seen a black shadow following us as Maya and Vex carried me away from the alley. A kiss on my naked made me look over. "You alright?" He asked. I nodded, swallowing.
"I'm fine. Just a dream. Go back to sleep, Erskine," I murmured. He ignored my command and sat up, pulling me against his side. He kissed the top of my head. I let him hold me; stroke my hair, my spine. Slowly, I calmed down and began to doze. He lay down, and my head rested on his chest.
When morning came, my dream disappeared from my mind, I didn't know what had scared me. I sat up and kissed Erskine's cheek. "Time to get up, Grand Mage, we have to get to work," I said teasingly. He groaned.
"Do we have to?" he groaned. I laughed.
"Yes, we do. People will get weird thoughts if the Grand Mage and his guard both don't show up," I said, and he snorted.
"As if they don't already," he said. I smiled and kissed him. I loved my job, I really did. Being the Grand Mage of Ireland's personal guard was the best career I could possibly think of. And yet, curling up in the arms of the man who's life I was supposed to protect at night made my life all the better, even if I did have the occasional nightmare.
I reached over and grabbed my robe, synching it around my body before heading to the bathroom to get dressed. White trousers, white tunic, white coat, white boots. Simple but rarely seen. I had a thing against being subtle.
I was ready in half an hour, Erskine took a little longer. I waited in my red Focus, until he came out. I smiled, my fingers tapping the steering wheel in rhythm with my music. He laughed as I started singing along with Nightwish's "Sleeping Sun."
"Is that song symbolic?" He asked, gesturing between the two of us. I laughed and continued.
"Oh, how I wish to go down with the sun, sleeping, weeping with you," I finished. "Of us? I guess you could say that, except, I don't ever plan on weeping with you, unless, well, you know." He laughed.
"But sleeping?"
"I do it anyway," I said with a wink. He laughed then.
"Yes, I guess that's true." I raised my eyebrows.
"Guess?"
He laughed and took my left hand to kiss it. I pulled into a hidden parking lot and turned off the car. "You are lucky I'm such an amazing driver, otherwise we would've crashed," I said, leaning over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "We better get inside before people see us," I said. His mouth twisted to the side.
"I suppose." Sometimes having a secret romance sucks.
