Everyone was helping to repair the damage that was done during the fight. I was disappointed at the hour it took to beat the dark angels although I felt bad for thinking it. We distinguished the dark angels within an hour and only had a few casualties.
"Where's Conner?" A little girl stood in front of me, looking up with innocent eyes.
"And you are?" I knelt, to get on her level.
"His daughter," she grinned with pride and clasped her hands in front of her while rocking on her heels. My eyes widened at the thought that I was the reason her father was dead.
"I didn't know he had a daughter," I said hesitantly.
"He doesn't know either, we're new!" She jumped up and down and my eyes followed her warily.
"We?" Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to find a dark-winged angel standing there. My sword was in my hand within seconds, the little girl was pushed behind me. "Get on your knees now," I growled.
"That is highly inappropriate," her grin showed off bright white teeth. Her power pinned me to the ground, throwing my knife across the room. "Sad, no one will help you." Her laugh echoed across the noisy room. "We're invisible my love." We appeared in a dark musty room that was clearly not anywhere inside of the mountain home.
"What are you doing?" By this time my heart began thudding with fear as I pulled at my restraints.
"You helped kill my family," her grin widened as she pulled my head back by my hair. "You'll pay!"
"It's not like you weren't about to do the same," my voice rasped. Her lips caressed my vulnerable throat.
"Oh honey, we weren't going to kill you. Only torture." Her elbow collided with my head, darkness ensues.