Page 31 of Dark Wings


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“This car practically drives itself. All I need to do is keep my hands on the wheel.”

“Still!”

With a small chuckle, Levi moved a little on the seat, and focused on the road.

This wasn’t good.

Here I was in a car with two half-higher demons and joking with one. Or whatever this was.

I knew the world wasn’t as black and white as they had taught us at the Guardian Academy. I had lived in it a long time now to be friends with all kinds of supernaturals, even to know and respect other half demons.

But this felt different. It was like Levi, Lacey, and I had suddenly formed our own gang and it was us against the world. Or rather, us unified in my mission: to buy more potion and get my wings.

It all kept changing. I went to Levi to get my wings and magic back. If I found the higher demon who had taken my wings in the process, great.

Hazel and I accidentally bound Levi to me, and then he told me he couldn’t get my magic back. My wings and revenge on Molraz were already a lot better than nothing.

Now, we were running from the angels who had found me, and going to see a witch who supposedly could make more potion for me.

What else could happen?

Maybe I would find another dragon in some random mountain when we stopped for gas and we would need to save it from evil supernaturals who only wanted its power—it had happened before!

We drove in almost completely silence for the next two hours. Lacey woke up and tried to talk to Levi, but he shut her down. Around one in the afternoon, we decided it was time for gas and lunch. Levi stopped the car beside a diner across the street from a gas station and told us to start ordering while he filled up the tank.

Lacey and I got a booth by the windows, from where we could see Levi. It was already a little colder here and I was glad for the heating in the diner.

The server came up to us the moment we sat down, and we ordered three burgers with fries and sweet tea. When she walked away, I glanced at Levi again.

Dressed in slacks, a button-down shirt, and an open jacket, so crisp and sharp, beside that fancy SUV, he looked like a millionaire entrepreneur on important business.

Not a demon.

Oh, I was sure he was a millionaire, if not a billionaire, but if I had walked by him in Houston, I would never have guessed who he really was and what he could do.

Lacey cleared her throat and I snapped my head to her. “So, how did you get mixed up with my brother?”

I almost laughed. “Didn’t he tell you while I was unconscious?”

“He told me you summoned him and bound him to you so he would grant your wishes.”

My mouth fell open. “That makes it sound so bad.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I know it isn’t. Levi is either way too charming for his own good, or too cold and stoic. He gives an abridged version of any situation and usually from his point of view.”

That did sound like him.

For some reason, Lacey didn’t feel like a demon to me. She was much more like a witch, and I could deal with that. I had plenty of witch friends and I liked them all.

So, I told her the truth. About having lost my wings, my sword, and later my powers—though I didn’t go in detail how—about having to flee from the angels—again, didn’t explain why—and how I needed a potion to hide my aura. I also told her about the witch who made the potion for me and the lack of Mage Bloom.

“I got desperate,” I told her. “I went to your brother to ask for my wings and magic back, but his price was too high. When I talked to the witch, she told me the prices have gone up even more. I didn’t think twice.” I had actually thought twice, thrice, four times. “I asked a friend to help me summon him. He would grant my wishes, and in return, I would free him from the summoning circle. That would be the price. But something in the spell went wrong and Levi ended up tied to me.”

“Summoning spells aren’t easy, and Levi is a strong higher demon. He must have fought it like hell.”

I nodded. “I feel bad about putting him in this position, but I don’t regret it. I want my wings back. I need them.”

What kind of angel didn’t have wings? Though my magic was what would protect me from the angels, I wanted my wings more.

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