My eyes fluttered open, but I kept my cool. I didn't want to alarm Patch in any way. I knew he hadn't been in my head, because he simply never did that. We made an oath back in Heaven, to never, under any circumstances, invade each other's mind and privacy. So my secret was safe with me, and Rixon.

Yes, I hated Nora Grey – but was I willing to jeopardies my relationship with Patch, even for Rixon?

"What time is it?" I asked, sliding my fingers between his, lacing them together.

"5 in the morning," he answered, giving me a tight squeeze. I couldn't help but smile.

"Nora?"

"She's still asleep," said Patch, his tone wary. I simply nodded, before sitting up. Rubbing my face, I pushed the hair out of my face.

I could feel Patch watch me as I got up. I walked over to the door and pulled out a pair of god-ugly UGGs. It was too early for people to see me anyway, so my reputation wouldn't be ruined.

Just as I'd opened the door, I felt Patch behind me.

"I'm just going out," I sighed.

"Wearing that?" he asked, clearly not pleased.

"It's 5 in the morning! Patch, no one's going to see me," I groaned and turned around, crossing my arms so that the shit lifted a bit. Patch's eyes flickered to the hem of the shirt and pulled it down slightly.

"I don't want you going out wearing this little." He met my eyes, disapproval written all over his face.

I took one of his hands and removed it from the hem of the shirt.

"Like I said, Patch, it's 5 in the morning. How many people do you think will be up?"

Patch shrugged, "some."

"I won't be long, and I'll make sure no one sees me. Stop being so overprotective!" I gave me a wry smile and Patch shook his head, clearly frustrated. "I'm your big brother. It's my job."

"Only by a few minutes!"

Patch pulled me to him, pressing my body against his. "Still my job," he whispered and kissed my forehead.

He took a deep breath, and I felt his entire body tense up. "You won't be long, and no one will see you?"

I smiled into his chest. "Mhm."

"Promise?"

"Pinkie swear!" I giggled, and I felt his arms around me loosen.

"Fine! Go," he muttered and I kissed his cheek before hurrying out the door before he could change his mind.

As I stepped outside of the worn-down cabin, fresh air welcomed me. It was humid, so I knew my straight here would go all curly in a matter of minutes. Hopefully I'd been right about no one seeing me.

Wrapping my arms around my wait I walked out of the Delphic Amusement Park and onto the road. I'm not quite sure where I was going until I came up by the beach.

Letting go of a strangled sigh, I walked further down before sitting down on the warm sand.

The sound of the waves crashing and the smell of the seawater were incredibly refreshing. Gliding my fingers through the sand I felt myself relaxing and forgetting about everything around me.

I became so oblivious that I didn't notice him until he was sitting right next to me.

My head shot up and I took him in. Lean, muscular build. Tousled, sandy blond hair. Big blue eyes.

Nephilim.

"Who are you?" I sneered, narrowing my eyes.

He cocked his head to the side, a brilliant smile on his sculptured lips.

"I know who you are," he grinned, but I just glared at him.

"Alaïs Cipriano." He pronounced my name perfectly, flashing me his perfectly white teeth at my slightly baffled expression.

"I'm Scott Parnell," he said, and offered me his hand. I accepted it my hand almost disappearing in his.

"You're Nephilim," I pointed out and he nodded.

"And you're a fallen angel," he replied, and I gave a simple nod.

"I didn't know any kinds of angels could have siblings."

"We can."

Silence fell upon us, and I lost myself in my own thoughts for a while.

I missed Rixon so much. I loved him. And he could come back.

But I had to kill someone. I didn't know if I could do that. I'd never killed anyone.

"Hey, you okay?"

Scott's voice brought me back down, and I realised I was crying. I hastily dried them away with the back of my hand, but in vain.

"Fine," I muttered, looking away.

I was slightly distraught when he took a light hold of my chin and brought my face back around.

"That is the worst lie I have ever witnessed," he smiled as he helped wiping away my tears.

I simply looked in his eyes and he gave me a comforting smile.

"I need to kill someone," I whispered, unsure of why I was confiding in him.

"You need to?" he asked, still barely holding on to my chin.

I sobbed and nodded. "It will bring him back."

"Him? Your boyfriend?"

I nodded.

"Your boyfriend will leave you if you don't kill someone?" He sounded so confused. "That doesn't sound like a very good relationship."

I smiled through my tears.

"You don't understand." I shook my head, and letting go of my chin Scott let his arm fall.

"Enlighten me, then."

I took a shaky breath. Could I tell him? I'd only just met him! And he was a Nephil.

I shook my head, "I can't."

"Can't or won't?"

"I just met you! I don't even know you!" I blurted, but he simply smiled.

"Even better."

"You're a Nephil."

Scott shrugged. "I'm a guy, talking to a girl who clearly needs someone to talk to. There is nothing more to it."

I looked at him through the blurry vision I had, and before I could stop myself, the words flowed out of my mouth.

A/N: There really is nothing I can say to make up for being so god damn awful at putting up a new chapter. So I'm not even going to apologise. I just hope this chapter makes up for at least some of it.

Also, I am on the look-out for a BETA-reader for this story. You know, reading through and letting me know if I've got any plot holes, grammar mistakes etcetera. So if you're interested PM me, yeah? Appreciate also everyone who reviews. Love to know what all of you are thinking! I promise to be better at updating in the future!