Fallen Academy: Year Four (Fallen Academy #4)(44)

Walking over to the side of the bus, I pulled the window down a few inches.

“Where are you guys going? We’re trying to help the innocent!” I called out to a nearby group.

Everyone kept their heads down except one girl—she looked barely eighteen, and wore the slave mark tattoo. Tears shone in her eyes when she stared up at me. “Wilson Park. They have our families.”

Bastards.

Shea relayed directions to Lincoln as to where to find the park, while I grabbed another gun, adding it to my arsenal. I had a really bad feeling about this. We were a good five-to ten-minute drive to Wilson Park, and it was all side streets. Shea and I used to play there a bunch as kids since it had a skate park, which made it the regular teen hangout. It was especially popular for Tainted Academy kids.

Walking toward the front of the bus, I knelt down next to Lincoln. “I don’t like driving into something we have no idea about,” I whispered. “I’m going to get on the roof, and fly over the park with Michael to scout it out.”

Lincoln’s neck veins twitched. “That’s a good idea, but have Noah go. I want you with me the entire time.”

Reaching out, I clasped his arm. I could see that being in Demon City was already causing him pain; everything about his features looked strained. “Noah and Michael don’t know this city. I can get us there and back in no time. I’ll be with an archangel. Trust me.”

He was silent a moment. “Okay, but just a flyby. Then come right back.”

With a nod, I kissed him on the cheek, then quickly relayed the plan to the others.

Emberly crossed her arms, sulking at the fact that she couldn’t fly with us. “Stupid useless wings,” she muttered.

As I was climbing through the open roof hatch—with Shea’s hand on my ass, shoving me through it—I heard Lincoln’s phone beep.

“Help is incoming,” he announced. “Raph is bringing the full army, leaving Grace’s new team back to protect the academy.”

My eyes flicked to Grace, who tipped her chin up in pride as I pulled myself onto the roof. Michael gave me a hand, helping me get on top .

“What’s up?” he asked, the wind whipping past us as Lincoln turned, and we reached out to steady each other.

“I want to do a flyby of the park. I know where it is. Let’s see what we’re driving into,” I explained, knowing he’d heard the slave girl’s response to me.

“Good idea,” was all he said, and then kicked off the roof, shooting skyward.

When I popped out my wings and kicked off to take flight, a dull ache spread down my back. My shoulder had already healed, but it was still tender. I chose to ignore it.

Michael let me take the lead, and instead of having to drive down straight streets, we were able to fly diagonally toward Wilson Park. It was weird to be this high up, and see the demon bound slaves all walking toward the same place. There must have been hundreds. I flew over the buildings of my old neighborhood, trying not to pity those still living here. Yes, it was Demon City, controlled by the ruthless baddies, but there were also a lot of good people here. People who needed loans, or healings, or whatever else they sold for their contracts. It didn’t seem fair that they should have a lifetime of service for one mistake.

As soon as the park came into view, horror ripped through me and I gasped. Huddled together in a large fenced-off area, were what looked like a bunch of free souls, humans. Standing atop the edge of the skate park, was an Abrus demon with a gun to a human’s head.

Slave bound families stood all around the edge of the park, and behind them were hundreds of demons. I couldn’t hear anything from my vantage point, but from the small pile of bodies resting at the bottom of the skatepark pit, I knew what was happening. The huge half pipe where skaters would drop down into, was now filling with corpses.

And they were about to add another.

The youngish girl under the Abrus’ gun was shaking her head vigorously, while her family members cried out for her to agree. He was asking her to sign a contract, I knew it.

I couldn’t go back to the bus. I couldn’t turn my back and let this girl die. It just wasn’t within me. I’d rather die, than know I allowed a life to be taken while I played it safe.

“You take the Abrus demon. I’ll get the girl to safety,” I told Michael.

The Archangel of Protection grinned. “You read my mind.” And then we dropped like birds going after their prey.

Tucking my wings to my back, I allowed my body weight to increase my speed, only opening them at the last minute. My shadow was the only thing that alerted the Abrus demon. Startled, he looked up as I loomed over him, but it was too late. I crashed into them both, hooking my arms under the girl’s armpits, but my chest slammed into her face so hard and fast that I’d probably broken her nose. Still, she went with it. The second she saw me, and felt my hands go around her, she clung to me for dear life.

Demon City didn’t have Celestials, so there was no need to explain who I was. Even with my wings being half black, she’d know I was with the Fallen Army and here to help. Her head pressed against my chest, her legs wrapped around mine as I flew her to where I knew Shea would lead the bus—down Rose Drive.

The moment I saw the bus with Noah on the roof, keeping a lookout for me, relief surged through my chest. When Noah’s eyes found me coming at him with a girl wrapped around my waist, his eyebrows shot up, but to his credit, he quickly recovered and opened his arms to catch her.