Milayna's Angel
Authors: Michelle Pickett
Tags: #Romance, #Angels, #Fantasy, #Paranormal, #Young Adult, #demons, #teen
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Copyright ©2015 Michelle K. Pickett
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To the readers of the Milayna Series.
You are seriously full of awesomeness!
If a man is not rising upwards to be an angel, depend
upon it,
he is sinking downwards to be a devil.
~Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1
I bolted upright in bed. Sweat covered my
face and slithered like a snake down my spine. I hadn’t had the
nightmare since I’d last seen Azazel three months ago. When he’d
tried to kill me. He wanted me to switch sides and work for him in
Hell so he could absorb my demi-angel powers, or he wanted me dead.
I didn’t switch sides. I wouldn’t work for him… for evil. But he
wasn’t able to kill me either. On my eighteenth birthday, the exact
time of my first breath, I became stronger than him. He was too
late. Defeated. And with no power over me, he crawled back to Hell
where he belonged. When he left, so did the nightmares.
They were back.
***
Reaching over my mom’s shoulder, I grabbed
another piece of toast. “See ya.” I planted a jelly-smeared kiss on
her cheek.
“Ugh, Milayna, I’m not a napkin.” She smiled
and wiped the sticky mess from her cheek with a towel.
It was Monday morning. I hadn’t seen him all
weekend. He’d been out of town with his parents visiting family. I
couldn’t wait until chemistry, and it wasn’t because it was lab day
or my chemistry teacher was a riveting lecturer. No,
he’d
be
there. Just thinking about seeing him made my stomach fill with
butterflies.
I’m probably the only student actually
looking forward to school this morning.
I nearly ran through the halls to class, blue
and gold lockers whizzing by. I darted between students saying
hi
as I passed. My heart fluttered faster and faster the
closer I came to my chemistry class and then… there he was. He sat
at the table, his head bowed as he doodled on his notebook. A lock
of hair had fallen over his forehead. It’d been four months since
we started dating, and he still made my heart, and other places, do
funny things.
He looked up, like he sensed I was there.
“Hey,” Chay said, giving me a crooked grin. He stood to pull my
chair out for me.
I sat next to him, inhaling his familiar
scent. He leaned in for a kiss. It was warm and tender, and my toes
curled when his tongue dipped between my lips.
Bliss
.
“I missed you,” I whispered when his lips
traveled from my lips to the hollow behind my ear, making me
shiver.
“I missed you, too,” he murmured. His breath
made wisps of my hair move, tickling my neck.
“Don’t leave me again.”
He pulled back and looked at me. “I’ve
already informed my parents that I’m not going next time unless you
go, too.”
“You
informed
them?” I asked with a
laugh.
“Well, I asked nicely.” The side of his mouth
hitched up.
“Mm-hmm, that’s what I thought.”
Something caught my eye, and I looked toward
the door. He walked into the classroom with confidence, maybe even
a slight air of arrogance. The lights reflected off his jet-black
hair, so glossy it looked wet. He swept the room with piercing blue
eyes. Every girl there, and a few guys, wanted his gaze to land on
them. I could practically hear them swooning. A shiny new toy for
them to fight over.
“There’s a seat open behind Milayna; you can
sit there,” I heard my chemistry teacher tell the new hottie… I
mean, student. “Milayna, raise your hand so Xavier knows who you
are.”
I raised my hand. Chay gripped my other hand
a little too tight when Xavier walked by. I squeezed his back and
rolled my eyes. It was only first hour and Xavier was already
causing ripples in the high school pond. The girls were envisioning
dating him and the guys were already jealous of him.
“Hi.” He looked at me before sliding into the
seat behind me.
I smiled over my shoulder. The way Chay
squeezed my hand, I was afraid to do more or I’d suffer a broken
finger or two.
“Milayna?”
“Yes, Mr. Ferguson?”
Please, please don’t ask me to do what I
think you’re going to. Chay will bust a nut if you do.
“You won’t mind showing Xavier around a
little today, will you?”
And you had to ask.
“No, sir.” Chay’s grip on my hand increased.
“Ouch,” I whispered, jerking my hand free. “What’s the matter with
you?”
Chay’s eyes flicked toward Xavier behind me
and back to mine.
“What was I supposed to do? Say no?”
He shrugged a shoulder in answer. I hated
that.
“It’s one day. Geez, are you jealous?”
Chay glared at me, and I smiled.
He is jealous.
“Knock it off.” I laughed when he bent over
and kissed me behind the ear. He knew that was my favorite spot, my
weakness. The place that made me go weak in the knees and curled my
toes.
“I’m not jealous,” he whispered, another
thing that drove me wild, feeling his breath against my skin as his
silky voice dipped low in a way he only used when talking to me. “I
feel bad for the guy is all. Having to be around you all day.”
“And you’re delusional. You love me.”
“I didn’t say I don’t love you. But it’ll be
horrid being around you all day—”
“Yeah, yeah. You feel bad for the guy. I
heard you the first time,” I interrupted before he could stick his
foot any further into his mouth.
“When you’re with someone else,” he finished
with a smirk.
Okay, so his remark wasn’t the catastrophe I
thought it would be. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. The
teacher looked at us and cleared his throat. I blushed. Chay ducked
his head, looking at me through his dark lashes.
Geez, he’s gorgeous. If he only knew Xavier
has nothing on him.
When class ended, I pushed my things into my
book bag and left it lying on the table. I didn’t even try to pick
it up anymore. Chay carried it to and from my classes for me. He
wouldn’t let me touch it. I’d given up arguing with him. I decided
I’d become an independent woman’s rights activist after high
school. During school, I was going to let him do all the heavy
lifting and door opening I could.
I turned around and faced Xavier. My breath
hitched in my throat. His eyes were such a piercing shade of
crystal blue. I’d never seen eyes so… sparkly before.
Focus, Milayna.
“What’s your next class? We’ll walk you,” I
said.
“Oh, ah.” He flipped open a folded piece of
paper and scanned it. “AP calculus,” Xavier answered. He even had a
great voice. No wonder all the girls were drooling.
“With Ms. Morzetti?”
He looked at his schedule again before
answering. “Yeah.”
Chay groaned. I elbowed him in the ribs.
“That’s our next class, too. Let’s go. Her
class is on the other side of the building.”
Chay and I went directly to our assigned
seats when we entered the classroom while Xavier stopped at the
teacher’s desk to check in and receive his seat assignment.