T. A. Chase

Angel’s Seduction-Part Thirty-Six

Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase

Part Thirty-Six:

“You seduced my son and have perverted his immortal soul with your evil ways. He’ll be dead before I let you have him back.”

I lean against the doorframe, staring into the drawing room where my father and Greyson stand, face-to-face. Father is gesturing wildly, his anger turning his face beet red. Greyson’s eyes are as hard and cold as diamonds. He doesn’t move as my father pokes a finger at his chest.

“You were killing him anyway. All I did is love him and give him a normal life. I didn’t hold him captive or chain him in a room. I didn’t take everything away from him. Unlike you, I know how to love someone and treat him like a person.” Greyson steps closer to Father. “If you’ve harmed him in any way, I’ll kill you where you stand.”

I know the threat is real. As much as I’ve always dreamed of my father dying, I don’t want my lover to be the one who kills him. “Greyson.”

My soft voice explodes in the room. Everyone turns to look at me. Father’s eyes are filled with fear and anger. My uncle’s face holds relief. Greyson stares at me, tears making his eyes shine.

“Angel,” he whispers, taking a step towards me.

I straighten up and try to move to him, but my strength disappears. My knees buckle, but Greyson cradles me in his arms before I hit the floor. His arms wrap around me tight. I cry out as he presses against my back. He frowns, touching my face lightly with his fingers. The duke helps me sit up and then glances at my back.

In a flash, he’s on his feet and stalking towards my father. Without hesitating, he hits Father in the face with his fist. My uncle comes and kneels beside me. I try to say something, anything to make Greyson stop beating my father.

Tears roll down my cheeks. I’m tired of the anger and violence. I want to go home. I want to curl up in our bed with Greyson’s arms around me. I need to feel safe.

“No.” I moan, trying to climb to my feet. “No more.”

Uncle holds me down. “Don’t move. Greyson, get your ass over here. Angel needs you.”

Greyson pulls away from my father and races across the floor to me. He joins me on the floor, reaching out to touch my face and my chest. He’s seen the blood and I think he’s afraid that by touching me, he’ll cause me more pain.

“Oh, my beautiful Angel. How can I help you?” His voice breaks and tears stream down his face.

I lean forward, even as my back protests any movement and bring our lips together. It’s a gentle kiss, full of promise and healing.

I pull back enough to say, “I love you.”

His hands cup my face and he rests his forehead against mine. “You love me.”

“Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t say it before this. I’m sorry I was too scared to trust in myself.” I place my trembling hand over his chest where his heart beat strong and true.

“Never be sorry, Angel. You love me.” He gathers me in a soft embrace as if he held a baby bird and lifts me up. A sharp groan explodes from me. He looks down with a worried frown. “I’ll try not to hurt you, my love.” He moves slow, not jostling my body the best he can.

“Don’t be sorry. No matter what you do, I’ll hurt. Just take me home.” I rest my head on his shoulder.

“I’ll do that, love.” He glances at my uncle. “Take care of this.”

“Certainly, your grace.” My uncle brushes a hand over my shoulder. “I’ll see you in a day or two.”

“Thank you.” I smile as best I can through the pain.

A movement catches my eye and I see my brother standing at the top of the stairs. He nods and I know I’ll be seeing him again. There is nothing to be envied about being Father’s heir. I’ve discovered we might not be able to chose our relatives, but we can chose our family.

I believe my brother will reach a moment when he realizes he has nothing to lose as well. When he comes to me, I will receive him with open arms and no anger. We all do what we must to survive.

We make our way outside and settle into the carriage. I press my face above Greyson’s shirt and against his warm scent. I breathe as deep as my ribs will allow, taking in his scent. I’m safe. My heart, mind and body know it.

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