Wow! I haven't gotten reviews and/or follows so fast, you guys are so kewl! And now I'm all happy on the inside . Thanks so much! Now, I won't be able to update like this next week, because I'm a first year college student with a double major and finals start next week. And just so that I won't get sued (God knows I need all my money) Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, they belong to Becca Fitzpatrick. Except Lyra, she's mine. NOW that I have all that out of the way, on to chapter 2 of Unbound. Oh! No, I'm sorry, I lied. In the story asdfjkl; = regular conversation and asdfjkl; = mindspeak. Okay, now onwards!

Chapter 2

(Nora's POV)

I couldn't believe my eyes. Either Scott Parnell was standing in front of me, or I was finally losing my mind. I decided on the first option and immediately flung myself into his arms, and welcomed his embrace. Neither of us said anything, and I don't think that either of us really needed to. Both of us knew what the other was thinking. I pulled away after what seemed like forever and looked up at him.

"But, how? Dante. I – I saw you - "

"My God, Grey, I don't think I've ever seen you at a loss for words." Scott teased.

My eyes widened with disbelief. How could he joke around at a time like this?! I had just found out that one of my closest friends – him – was alive, after 3 years of wishing he were still alive! I punched him in the arm.

"How can you joke around at a time like this?!" I demanded.

Scott being Scott, he just smiled, gave me a quick hug, and moved aside, revealing the girl that was on the cover of the magazine. Even though I saw her on the cover, I got a good look at her as she stood in front of me. She was at about 2 inches taller than me, at least 18 with tanned skin, dark brown hair, and her eyes were – the best way I can describe it – coffee brown.

"I'm here, because of her." Said Scott, as he smiled and put an arm around her.

I looked over at her, and she nodded at me. I felt Patch stiffen ever so slightly, and wasn't sure as to whether or not I heard a sharp intake of breath from him. I returned the gesture and gave her a small smile.

"Nora Grey." I said, extending my hand. I'll never forget what she said after that.

"Lyra Parnell." She said shaking my offered hand, smiling back at me.

Time seemed to stop at that moment. Parnell? As in – no, Scott didn't get married – did he? I decided to ask.

"Parnell?"

"My wife Grey." Said Scott.

I didn't even have to look away from Lyra's face to know that he had that stupid smirk on his face as I digested this information. I must have had this awkward look on my face, because then I felt Lyra's hand on my shoulder.

"You three must have a lot to discuss, why don't you come on inside?" she asked as she smiled.

I saw then why Scott must have been taken with her. She was truly beautiful. Not in a mature sort of way, like most people her age were, but there was something about her very presence. She had a sort of childlike beauty about her. A look about her that made her look very easy to get along with. After about a good quick 20 minute story of what happened to him, Scott told us everything. He had told Lyra that Patch and I could be trusted, and who we were (also a quick description, leaving out only the most intricate of details). So she was pretty relaxed about us knowing who she was. The clock had read 10:25 when Scott glanced at his watch.

"Oh no! Babe, we gotta go. Hey, Grey, why don't you and Patch come with us?" he asked, seemingly forgetting all about the strong ill-gotten feelings he harbored towards my fallen angel boyfriend.

I looked over at Patch, who had stayed quiet all this time. That wasn't like him. It wasn't like him at all. He sat there, arms folded on the table, looking intently at Lyra. There was something about the way he was looking at her, as if she held a hidden weapon under the table. I tried to reach him through mindspeak, but he looked at me, and hoisted up a shield. I found this strange, but I learned a long time ago that if Patch didn't want me to know something, there was always a reason. But of course, I wouldn't settle at that. I would ask him about it when we got home.

"Scott, do you mind if I drive your beautiful wife? I'm sure you and Nora have a lot to talk about." He said in a careful yet casual tone.

I looked over at him, turning so I could fully face him.

"Patch, I – I hardly think that's appropriate right now." I said to him.

"Oh trust me. It's completely appropriate. You've always trusted me in the long run Angel. Don't you dare break that now. I'm telling you. Go with Scott. I know where they're going, just ride with him." And his tone didn't allow room for discussion.

I didn't understand what was going on, but I just went with it.

"Sounds good, if Lyra – you don't mind do you?" I asked, for courtesy's sake.

This earned me a barely noticeable – but still present – glare from Patch, as he looked back at Scott's wife (to this day those two words next to each other in the same sentence feel foreign). Lyra looked at me and smiled.

"Of course! Scott's told me that you were both very good friends. I'm sure you have a lot to talk about. I don't mind riding with Patch."

I looked up as she said his name, until I remembered. She was a fallen angel. And fallen angels read minds. Right. Okay. So we all got into our cars, and headed off to what turned out to be the location for a photo shoot that was being done for Scott's band, Serpentine, and their first ever music video. They really had come far from where I remember them, playing at the Devil's Handbag.

Lyra's' POV

I looked over at Patch as we followed a good five cars behind Scott's. I wasn't nervous about riding with him. Patch and I, we go way back. Like, our days in Heaven way back. He tries to probe my mind, but I put up a wall. He looked at me for a brief moment before turning his eyes to the road like a responsible driver. I couldn't help but smirk. Honestly, he should have known better than that. I mean sure, back when we were angels, he was an archangel. One of the highest ranks there is. And I was an Avenging Angel. We aren't (or in my case – weren't) as strong as the Archangels are, but I'm proud to say that defense – of any kind – is kind of our specialty. And since I was (and still am) fallen, my defense abilities – mainly protecting my thoughts – have improved greatly.

"If you have something to tell me Jev," I said using his Archangel name, "You can tell me out loud. It's only the two of us here."

"So you and Parnell." He remarked dryly.

I didn't turn my face away from the window, looking out at the fields and coastline.

"So you and the Black Hand's daughter." I said evenly.

His response was a deep chested chuckle that I didn't remember I missed until I had heard it just then. Don't get me wrong, when I said that Patch and I knew each other from way back, I don't – by any means mind you – mean romantically. Ew, no. The man is a good few eons older than I am. He was the one who took me under his wing (pardon the pun) and taught me everything that I had needed to know about being an angel. He was also the one who had decided that I was to be an avenging angel. To make a long story short, he was like the big brother I never had. And that's the extent of our relationship.

"Touché." He said as he continued driving.

It wasn't until we reached a stop light that he turned to face me.

"How've you been Lyra?" he asked as he rested his wrists on the steering wheel.

I smiled at how he pronounced my name perfectly. Not everyone could do that back when I was in Heaven. It's a bit different than the other angels, and well, Patch was the one who always said it right.

"Pretty good. I've found a man who loves me for who I am, not what I do – or don't." I said, giving him a side long glance. "And you?"

"Well, you know. Nora and I found a good place. Not too far away from civilization, but safe enough."

We drove in silence for a while longer when all of a sudden he broke the silence again.

"Lyra, I'm sorry. I never meant - "

"Jev. Don't, it's fine. We all have free will. I chose to not execute orders from the top. I chose not to kill you. I chose to take the fall for you."

Wwwhhhaaa?! What in the world is THAT supposed to mean?! Hahaha, I know that I kinda dropped off there, but I just wanted to give you guys another chapter, because you guys are so great! Well, that's pretty much it for now. Don't forget to leave some reviews, and perhaps I'll be able to update again.