He
took a step closer to me again. I backed
up. Amusement danced in those eyes of
his.
“Surely, you’re not afraid of me?”
Forbidden was more like the term that
came to mind. We weren’t to interact
with creatures of the dark, and likewise, they with us.
I knew I should reveal to him my name,
but I didn’t want to. I wasn’t thinking
clearly. My head seemed to be filled
with fog.
I wondered why he didn’t at least take
me as a creature of the light. Perhaps
it was my enormous wings the color of coal tucked in securely to my back. They always gave me the appearance of being a
darker shade than the other angels. I
could only make the assumption that this Draco took me as one of his own.
His hands grabbed onto my waist and
pulled me forward into his chest.
“Draco … no,” I whispered.
“Say it again,” he pleaded, his lips
gliding across the top of my forehead as he spoke.
The energy I felt within me being next
to him was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It engulfed every inch of me.
“Say what?” I asked, completely aware
of how close our faces were.
He chuckled, the noise radiating into
his chest that I now realized I had both of my hands pressed against.
“My name.”
