When Angels Break (The Noru Series, Book 4)By: Lola StVil
I never imagined anything could be as painful as the torture I faced in the Center. I was so wrong; the hurt I feel now surpasses that a thousand times over. This feels like the end of me. As it turns out, the end didn’t come by a sharp blade, a raging sea of flames or even by the hands of my malicious half brother. Instead, I am destroyed by mere words. That’s right; Pryor Reese Cane, the most powerful angel that ever lived, has been undone by six little words.
Silver is gonna be a father.
I stand in the doorway of Mrs. Maybelle’s kitchen. I am forced to come to terms with the cruelest reality: there is no life for Aaden and Pryor. We are destined to be happy for no more than a few hours, let alone all our lives. I replay the order of events, desperately trying to make sense of it all.
I had the best night of my life with Silver. He got in the shower and I headed downstairs towards the kitchen. That’s when I overheard Bex and Ruin having a conversation.
“I’m done with your pointless questions. I know you want me gone. Your leader tells me to go and I will. But until then, stay out of my business and out of my way,” she informed him.
“Okay, fair enough. But I have one last question,” Bex countered.
“What is it, Para?” Ruin asked rudely.
“Which one of us is going to tell Silver he’s gonna be a father?”
I can’t even begin to wrap my head around those words. I mean, seriously, a few hours ago I was upstairs making love for the very first time in my life. It was an amazing experience and I got to share it with the angel I have always wanted: Aaden.
The night was filled with intense passion and longing. We didn’t just have sex—it was love; we made love. And in the morning he vowed we would always be together and that nothing would come between us.
Ruin is pregnant with Silver’s baby?!
Pry, you can keep saying it over and over in your head, but that won’t change anything.
“Pry, Mrs. Maybelle wants us all in the main house for breakfast right now,” Swoop says as she comes down the steps.
I don’t respond; I just head back up to Silver’s room. Swoop calls after me and asks if I’m okay, but again I don’t reply. I enter Silver’s room and close the door behind me. I hear the shower running, so I sit and wait for him on the edge of the unmade bed. The bed we lay in just hours before. The bed where he told me he loved me. Suddenly his voice comes back to me.
“This moment is about you…I’ve been making love to you every day in my head my entire life…”
I place my hand on the sheets covering the bed and flashes appear in my head. I recall his hands on the small of my back. I can still feel his powerful kiss on my lips. He left a delicious trail of kisses on the nape of my neck, between my shoulder blades, and on my thighs.
I let him inside me and now…
The more I think about the night we spent together, the more rage wells up inside of me. Soon, there’s a ball of fury in the pit of my stomach. I leap off the bed, storm into the bathroom and bang on the glass.
“AADEN, YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, NOW!”
He steps out of the shower, dripping wet, and wraps the nearest towel around his waist. I march back into the bedroom and demand an explanation.
“Explain what? What the hell just happened?” he asks.
“How could you be so irresponsible?” I accuse.
“You said you were okay about last night.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about!”
“Well, then clue me in, Pry, because I’m lost.”
“I can’t believe that you would…and now she’s…ARGHHHHHHH!”
Without thinking, I pound my fists into him repeatedly, and while he doesn’t hit me back, he blocks the blows and tries to restrain me.
“How could you do this? How could you be so careless?” I beg.
“DAMN IT, PRYOR, CALM DOWN!” He binds both of my hands in his grip.
I could get out of his hold and attack him, but the way I’m feeling, I may actually kill him. Although a small part of me is okay with that right now, I allow him to restrain me. He orders me to sit down on the bed and I do. Not out of blind obedience, but out of sheer exhaustion.
While I compose myself, he puts his clothes on and then kneels before me like he did the night before.
“I don’t get it. Why would you do this? This is going to change everything,” I whisper.
“What the hell happened?”
I sigh loudly, get up from the bed, and start to walk away.
“Pry, talk to me,” he says, going after me as I open the door.
“I can’t…this is just so messed up. I don’t even…” I shake my head in disbelief.