Page 88 of Trust the Fall


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Her eyes lower to the floor and we don’t say another word.

I appreciate her acknowledgment that she was wrong, and I do forgive her, but it’ll be a while before I put any amount of trust in her. Besides, she’s an angel and I’m fallen. Our time as friends has ended. We’re two different people from two different worlds now.

I’ll always love Luke, and that’s not something she or Michael will ever approve of. That truth will always separate us on different sides of the invisible line. They’ll always believe they’re on the right side of it, and I’ll always know better.

Just because you’re an angel by title, it doesn’t truly make you good. Being decent requires you to step away from norms and see the person before you condemn them. There are always two sides, and I’m finding that Heaven’s isn’t always right.

When we enter the elaborate castle, Leeanna whistles. “This is something straight out of Heaven.”

She’s not wrong. The golden columns leading into the foyer gleam under the bright sun, shining through the three-story windows lining the front of the castle.

A woman dressed in reaper leathers scurries toward River.

“Sir,” she says, bowing, “welcome home.”

“Thank you, Apple. Can you show these two ladies to their rooms?”

“In what wing would you like me to put them, sir?”

“The west wing. Directly across from my quarters, Apple. Thank you.”

She bows low before rushing off, completely forgetting me and Leeanna.

“Apple? That’s... an interesting name.”

He shrugs. “She’s a sweet kid. Came to the castle at the age of ten. She was left an orphan after a demon raid during a soul transfer.”

I have absolutely no idea what any of that means, but my heart hurts for the young woman.

“Umm... Apple. Are you forgetting something?” he calls.

Her cheeks turn a deep red as she hurries back toward us.

“I’m sorry, sir. Of course, sir. Right this way, sirs. I mean, ma’am.”

The poor girl stumbles all over herself.

River chuckles. “Apple. Slow down. You’re doing fine.”

She exhales, seeming to relax slightly. “Thank you, sir. Right this way.”

She motions for us to follow her, and we do.

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