AllFreeNovel
Share Us
His arm slipped from my waist, and he backed away, his eyes still locked on mine. I heard movement behind me and turned to see one of the other angels approaching. Whereas the first had been golden, this one was as dark as night. He had soft gray wings, dark skin, jet black hair, which was cut close like his friend’s, and eyes that burned like fire when he saw the gun against his friend’s head.
“Weapons down,” my father ordered.
The dark angel didn’t move, and the flames along his blade flared.
“Last chance,” my father warned sternly. “Weapons down now. All of you.”
The dark angel looked over at the blond one and nodded. The blond threw his sword to the ground, and the dark one dropped his too.“We have done as you asked. Release him.”
“What about your friends?” My father jerked his head in the direction of the other two angels, and the dark one’s lips thinned.
“One is near death, and the other is trying to make him as comfortable as possible. They are no threat to you. None of us are.”
My father glanced over at me. “Dylan. Go and get their swords. Now.”
I nodded but glanced at the blond angel, hoping he’d realize it was meant as an apology. I moved toward the other two angels. When I reached them, I could see the one on the ground was in a bad way. Four deep slash marks had torn through his torso, and I could see gleaming innards and the white flash of bone. Blood pooled beneath him. He didn’t cry out, but he lay still, his breathing labored. He was definitely in a bad way. Golden eyes full of pain met and held my gaze for a moment before closing. Agony contorted his face, but he didn’t make a sound, squeezing his friend’s hand instead. I saw both of their swords cast off to one side and knelt down next to them.
“We have to get him to the hospital,” I told the angel already kneeling next to him. He didn’t answer, but he bowed his head, dark hair falling over his eyes. I laid my hand on his back as a gesture of comfort. “There’s a hospital in town. We can take him in my father’s truck.”
He straightened up and turned his head toward me. I felt the ripple of muscle under my palm and drew my hand back.
Gray eyes flecked with gold and fringed by thick, dark lashes met mine, and he shook his head. “No. No human hospitals. We’re too much of a target.”
“Do you need help getting back to your host then?” I asked hesitantly, wondering if my father would let me take the truck to help these... beings. They were the light bringers of God, after all, so surely he would.
The angel on the ground jerked as he suddenly tried to sit up, then he cried out in pain.
“Hey, don’t do that!” I chided with alarm, pushing him back down.
“Not back... Can’t... go back,” he managed to get out before collapsing against the ground, gasping for breath.
“Remiel...” A look of despair crossed the other angel’s face.
“No. Not for me,” he wheezed.
“Dylan,” my father called crossly. “What are you playing at?”
I stood and picked up the swords that lay nearby. Gray Eyes didn’t move. I walked back toward my father and the other two angels and threw the blades down with the other two.
“Father, we need to help them.”
“Out of the question,” he snapped.
“Father, please.” I could see the building fury in his eyes. He hated it when I talked back to him, but I couldn’t just stand idly by. “Father, they are angels. Servants of the Lord. They saved us and our farm. Those hellions would have wiped out all our livestock.” My father stood still, considering my words, and I saw his face relax slightly. “Father, please. One is badly hurt.”
I saw the relief on the blond angel’s face as my father lowered his gun and stepped back. “Fine. If you can get your friend up to the farm, you can stay in the barn until he’s recovered enough to return to wherever you came from. I will take your weapons, but you may have them back when you move on.”
The blond nodded stiffly, but I pushed past him. “Father, that man—angel... he’s badly injured. Can’t they stay in the house?” His eyes darkened, and I stepped backwards at the malice within his gaze.
“You can bring them food and blankets. Then I suggest you get back out here and clean this mess up. We don’t want to be inundated with flies.”
“Yes, Father.”
He picked up my gun and the swords belonging to the angels, turned away, and headed back up the hill toward the house. I took a steadying breath before I turned back to the four angels who had appeared in our field.
“Right, the barn’s just at the top of this slope. Can you carry him, or shall I get the truck?”
“We’ll carry him,” the dark one replied. “We don’t want to attract the hellions with the noise of the truck.”
