Runes of Truth (A Demon's Fall #1)(39)

“We know! And we won’t stay quiet. You kill her, Erica, and I swear I will hunt you down and finish you,” Trex threatens, and I’m surprised to find I believe him. I didn’t think the asshole liked me.

“No one would believe you, and you have no proof. Our engagement is over, not that it was anything other than words, anyway,” Erica smiles sweetly at an angry-looking Trex, who keeps his eyes on me. Erica looks back down at me as everything goes black in the corners, and the pain starts to disappear into a feeling of emptiness.

“Good bye, sister, shame you’re not the deadly assassin I always feared you would be. You were too easy to kill,” she whispers to me as she grins and leans down, stabbing the dagger straight into my heart.

“May death guide you on your way, may angels save your soul, and may you be reborn true. We bless your death in the light of the Protectors who fell before you,” I hear all three of my Protectors say with sorrow lacing their words, and then everything fades into darkness.





Evie


“Evelina, you are so beautiful,” I hear a woman say. Her voice is kind, gentle, and reminds me of a distant memory. A memory of a woman speaking to me, singing me a song. I blink my eyes open, seeing a woman floating in front of me. She almost looks like she is in a cloud, her white dress flowing with the cloud surrounding her. She has long black hair, a crown, and four runes marked on her forehead, and swirls dipping down the sides of her eyes. She is stunning, and as her blue eyes meet mine, I just want to know who she is.

“Who are you?” I ask.

“Evelina, I made the worst decision, and my mistake left you alone. I regret every moment of it and now you must pay for it. I can only see you now because death closes in on you,” she replies, ignoring my question and it’s all I can think about instead of her words.

“Who are you?” I repeat.

“Erica is lost in pain, and you must end her. Send her to me,” she says.

“Who are you?” I ask again, demanding this time.

“I love you. I loved you from the moment I held you, and you opened your eyes, breaking my heart because you remind me of your father. You were the last thing I thought of as I died. I will always love you, Evelina.”

“Who are you?” I ask once more, but this time my voice cracks, and hot tears fall down my cheeks.

“You already know, and you have to leave,” she says sadly, moving closer to me and placing her hand on my chest over my heart. “I’m with you, always.”

“Mother?” I ask, and she nods, only seconds before she fades away and I fall through the clouds.



I lie very still as I look up at the light around me; it is the brightest light that I’ve ever seen. The light is everywhere, it’s soothing and perfect as it warms my skin. Most of me doesn’t want to move, most of me feels nothing but light for a long time, and then a small flash of memory comes to me. A man with red eyes. Another man with a cheeky smile and two dark brothers with a dark appeal to them. I remember them, feeling like they are calling me somehow. I feel like they need me. I sit up suddenly, as everything else flashes through my mind, until I remember the last thing.

I should be dead.

I feel around my chest, seeing that I’m completely naked, and there is a scar where the dagger went into my heart and my stomach. The scar is white, and there is no blood anywhere on me. My blue hair falls over my chest, hiding my chest as I look up at the white skies. They are beautiful.

“Scars are good, they proved you lived,” a light, male voice says, and I look over, staring in awe as an angel walks over to me. He has big white wings, white hair, and bright-white eyes. He kneels down close to me, watching me carefully as I look at his wings as they spread out.

“Are you an angel?” I ask, and he nods.

“Am I dead? In Heaven?” I ask another question, and this time he frowns, shaking his head.

“Angels do not die in hell. We never have. We become the light,” he says like that should explain everything, but it doesn’t explain a thing.

“I died in hell . . . this doesn’t make any sense,” I shake my head, and he sighs.

“You have no idea what you are, do you Evie?” he asks, and I shake my head.

“Look behind you, and that is the start of your answers,” he says. I turn my head around, and see long black wings spreading out from my back, hovering in the air. Wings? I have goddamn wings? What the hell?





Trex


“You crazy kid! Don’t try to bite me, I was only getting the water bottle out of the holder!” Connor shouts, with a pain-filled grunt, and I stop the car in the middle of the highway, resting my head against the wheel. My mind flashes back to seeing Evie lying on the ground, blood pouring out of her stomach, and my ex-fiancé holding the knife. Evie was a royal, and I never knew. Evie is who we should have been protecting the whole damn time, and we failed her. I won’t fail her witch, though. I look over at Nix, who holds a bottle of whiskey and watches out the window, not saying a word. He hasn’t said a word since Evie died and oddly enough, her body faded away. It must have been something about dying down there because Erica didn’t seem shocked or even cared at all. We watched Erica walk through the portal before getting ourselves undone and escaping.

“You kidnapped me! I am waiting for Evie to come back, and I need to be there, or she won’t know where to find me! She would never send Protectors after me!” the kid shouts, and I lift my head to see Connor trying to fight her off as she throws her shoe at him. You can tell Evie brought her up, that’s for sure.