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I liked those odds.
He didn’t.
His hair fluttered around his face from the pulsating wind and the beat of my wings as we moved slightly up and down with every beat. I didn’t release my grip on his hoodie, but that and him grasping at my arm were the only things keeping him from gravity’s unforgiving embrace.
“What the fuck are you?” he cried, and I almost smiled.
Pulling him close to my face, I shook him until he dragged his eyes from the street below and looked at me. “If you so much astouchAnnie, or anyone else, ever again…” I let my grip on his hoodie slip slightly, and he jolted down an inch before his knuckles whitened with the grip on my arm. “Do I need to tell you what will happen?”
He shook his head but apparently couldn’t find anything else to say.
Funny about that.
He finally managed to release a whimpered, “Please.”
I slackened my grip again, letting him jolt down another inch.
“Did you ever stop when she begged you?” I snarled. “Did you ever stop when she screamed,please?”
He knew the answer, as did I.
“I’ll never touch her again, I swear!”
“Or anyone else. You’ll never raise your hand in violenceever again.”When I leaned in close to his face, he tried to lean away, the futility of the motion not lost on either of us. I let my eyes go white. “Don’t think I can’t find you.”
This time he nodded with frantic, rapid movements.
Satisfied he understood, I nodded once.
Then I let him go.
I didn’t let him die, no matter how much he deserved it. That wasn’t my call to make.
I knew my strengths, and I knew I was fast enough to simply dive down and grab his ankle before he fell too far.
But it was far enough for him to see his life flash before his eyes.
His hands scrambled for purchase as I lowered him to the road, still holding him by his ankle, his fingers scraping at the asphalt as soon as it was within reach, and he fought his way to his feet the moment I let him go. As he stood, I folded my wings away and crossed my arms across my chest. Wade stared wearily at me for a moment, glancing up at the sky before looking back at me as if deciding if it had really happened.
I arched an eyebrow at him, and he ran.
I watched Annie for a few more days. She waited for Wade to come back. She had called the police after his disappearance. They had taken photos of the broken window, although none of them could figure out how he had been taken from that window as the fire escape was off the bedroom, not the living room.
When Wade didn’t return, she packed up her things and took her son to the club. She couldn’t stay there since the apartment was in his name. She’d surely be issued with an eviction notice soon anyway, as I’m certain with his gambling, he was behind on the rent, and who knows who was after him for unpaid debts. As promised, the club let her stay in the room upstairs. I could see Annie crying as the club owner, a statuesque woman with tattooed eyebrows, embraced her.
I stopped watching her after that.
She had found her home, her sanctuary.
So, I moved on to help someone else.
EVIE
Four days. That’s how long Tyson gave me for my bruises from Kenrick to heal. They were mostly around my neck. Apparently, he was a choker.
The time was given to me to heal only because Mr. Gilbert called, and he didn’t like a woman who was marked.
Irony.
