Broken (Broken Wings) Page 9

  I was so scared after The Old Ones had transformed Cameron and me into fallen angels. The process hadn’t hurt—all they did was say a little chant and my wings instantly changed, but we were forced to leave our home and go live in the Fallen City. It was so nice there, because we got both night and day, unlike in White City where it was daylight all the time, but it was awkward to live somewhere new.

  I heard Cameron crying as we sat there, afraid of our futures. He was so upset about our parents dying. I knew the truth, but I couldn’t tell him. He just thought they broke some stupid law of the Coven, but it was so much more. I decided to leave him to himself to grieve and took a walk. I needed to see my boyfriend, to see where we stood on our relationship. I hoped he could look past the curse that was placed above my head. Being a fallen angel, we were now cursed for eternity. We were never going to get married or start a family. This was particularly hard on me, because I wanted to start a family with Kale soon.

  “Kaleigh, we need to have a talk,” Kale said as he was standing at the entrance of my new home.

  I walked toward him, and he backed away. “Would you like to come in, Kale?

  “I don’t think that’s the best idea. You see,” he briefly paused, “now that you are an abomination to the White Angels, I don’t think we should see each other anymore. You’re cursed now, and I can’t be with something like you.”

  Thing! Did he really just call me a thing? “Kale, I love you with my whole heart. We can make this work.”

  I started to cry, and he laughed at me. “Really; are you that dumb? Let me speak slower for you. We. Will. Never. Be. Together. Now, please pretend we never happened.”

  “How can you be so harsh? We had it all; we were the power couple!”

  “Kaleigh, please stop acting like a spoil brat and get over me. I need to get back to my people. Because you’re bad juju is interfering with my mood.”

  He turned to walk away, and I fell to the ground and started to sob. How could he be so mean to me? We were going to get married and have babies. For one split moment, I was mad at my parents. If they would have just followed the laws this would never have happened.

  I can’t believe I fell for that, let him into my home when he was clearly working for Amelia. Oh, how I want to kick his selfish ass. Then I hear an explosion, and the impact throws me back onto my back. It came from the Black Castle. I take off running toward it. Please let Cameron be okay, I pray to whoever would listen as I rush forward. He’s all I have left. I need him right now. When I get close enough I see a person standing in the shadows, and slip into attack mode.

  But, before I can strike, the person speaks and relief washes over me. “Kaleigh, is that you?” Dean asks.

  “Dean? Was that you setting off that explosion?”

  “Yes; I need to draw them out of the castle. We need to get to Cordelia.”

  “Kale has Cameron in there, as well.”

  He looks over at me. “We will get him out of there safely.”

  “Dean, it’s two of us and about fifty of them; we can’t do this alone. This will turn into a war.”

  “Well, you have all of us.”

  Dean and I turn to see we aren’t alone; White Angels, fairies, and even some white witches stand behind us like an army; our army.

  “Hello Dean,” a stunning woman with long, green hair and purple eyes says. “We are here to save what belongs to you.” She looks like a fairy, and I wonder if she truly is one. “No, dear Kaleigh,” she continues as she looks at me. “I am Arabella, a white witch with the power over all things that grow.” She walks over and kisses me on both cheeks.

  “Hello Arabella,” I say in response. “Y’all don’t have to help. I will feel horrible if any of you die because of us.”

  “Don’t be ridicules, sweet child,” one of the men says, moving closer. “Dean is my brother, and as such I will be there to help rescue my niece.”

  Dean looks surprised. “Daniel, you will help as well?”

  “We will all help, because we do not wish for Amelia to rule Ithaca. Cordelia is our true ruler.”

  “Thank you, all, for your help. Cordelia is not the only one involved in this that I care for; my brother is in danger as well.” I smile and gesture for everyone to follow. “Let’s go.”

  We all start to walk toward the Black Castle; not knowing who will live and who will die. I do know that this will turn into a huge battle against good and evil, and I truly hope good wins this time. I look around at these brave creatures as they joke and laugh with one another. It makes me feel good and optimistic. I felt like this is a sign from my parents, telling me that everything will be okay. Ithaca will be saved.

  I want to kill Amelia and The Old Ones, but deep down, I want to kill Kale more. Cordelia may have to be the one to kill the evil witch and our rulers, but Kale is my kill. I will have my revenge. I will not let anyone else battle him. I will be the one to end him. I will rip out his wings and shove them down his throat. That will be the ultimate revenge.

  Epilogue

  Amelia

  I hate the way this castle smells with these werewolves and vampires running around. I hate that fairies are working for me. Those things are tricky, and I can’t wait until I take in all the power. They will be the first to go. I am sick of seeing fairy dust everywhere. They sneeze and they spread it all around. So disgusting. Then there is Kale and Anna. They are helpful, but not perfect. Turning Kale into a dark angel was easy, and it was fun tricking him to drink the potion of young age. What a moron. He thinks he is my right hand man. But when I take over, he has no idea what I have planned for him. As for Anna… she is a stupid little girl that has a huge part in this ritual. Little does she know I will cut her heart out and make Kale eat it. It’s not part of the ritual, but I am sadistic like that.

  Dean has ruined me, destroyed me. He thought tricking me would make me stay white and pure. What a pathetic fool. I will take joy in ending him. I can’t wait until he shows his face here to try and save our daughter. He will have a front row seat in this ritual.

  But the best part in the ritual is locked away in the dungeons—my special pets and experiments. Ithaca will never be the same. My mutant children will have so much fun in the city. No creature will be safe, nor will the humans. They will be punished for what they had done to dark witches all those years ago. I think I will start in the city of Summers, Georgia. My new pets will enjoy it there.

  “Umm, excuse me madam?” I roll my eyes and turn to Enoch.

  “What do you want? Can’t you see I am deep in thought?”

  “You might want to look outside. We have some visitors.”

  I walk over to the window and see a mob of white creatures walking toward the castle. I notice that my dear, sweet husband and that bitch Kaleigh are practically leading the group. I smile and turn to Enoch.

  “Well well well, I think it’s time for a war. Please gather all the other creatures and meet me at the front door. I want to show our visitors something.” He bows and leaves, and I head to the dungeons to grab dear sweet Cameron.

  “Wake up,” I yell before slapping him in the face.

  “Ouch!” he screams. “What the hell was that for?”

  I grab him up and drag him out of the dungeon, up the steps, and to the front door. I see all the creatures making their way to the front. Enoch opens the front door, and I walk out into the darkness with Cameron. I toss him to the ground, and hear Kaleigh gasp.

  “Welcome, visitors; I see you have joined us for the ritual. As you see, the moon has raised and it is almost time to drain Cordelia’s blood. But first, I have a preshow for you all. You see, I have this fallen angel here with me. He’s so weak that he has allowed his heart to fall in love with my daughter. You all know that’s breaking the laws of the coven, and he needs to be punished. What happens when an angel breaks the law? Wait, I know; their wings are ripped from them and they bleed to death.” I grab a dagger from my belt.

  Kaleigh steps forward. �
��Please don’t hurt him.” I flick my hand and she goes flying like the insignificant little speck she is. I raise the dagger into the air and slam it down into Cameron’s back. He screams and blood flows from his back.

  “Now, who is ready for this war?”

  I whistle and look back to see my new pets walking to the front door. I hear numerous people gasp and scream. I know I have out done myself on this one, but I don’t care. This was going to be so much fun.

  To be continued…

  FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT IN:

  KALEIGH’S REVENGE

  Coming in Summer 2014

  About the Author

  Sandra Love (Sandee) is a mother of one son, Charlie. He is autistic and has ADHD. But it doesn’t keep her down. She resides in Michigan at the moment, with Charlie and her boyfriend, Brad. She is a BIG cat lover. She has 4 cats, including 1 stray. Their names are Stubby, Odin, and Thor. The stray is named Louie. Sandra loves to read anything from Erotic novels to YA books to paranormal. She was inspired by many authors to start writing, and she has finally taken the plunge. She attended Olivet College, where she studied Accounting and History. She doesn’t do much in her spare time but read and play with the cats. She’d rather stay at home then go out, and now she can spend her spare time with her characters as they get into whatever mischief they can.

  Acknowledgements

  Okay here is the FUN part. Please if I forget anyone don’t get mad; there are so many I need to thank.

  First, I want to thank my family.

  To Brad, he is my rock. He has been on my butt to write and write. When I’ve had tough days, he has been there every step of the way. He has made me a stronger person, and I love him for that.

  Next is my baby boy, Charlie. He is my heart. I love this boy with everything. Thanks for also making me a better person.

  To my sister, Amanda Higelmire, you rock girl! You have been so supportive. Even though we have our arguments, which usually only last 5 minutes, you are my best friend and I love you.

  To my other sister, Mary Anderson Turner, I know we are not close, but I love you a lot. And I know you will support me also.

  To my nieces and nephews—Jared, Summer, Alyssa, and Marissa—I love you guys so much, and I hope when you are old enough you will read my books.

  Finally, to my mother. When I told her I was writing this book, she laughed. But that’s my mom. I love her, and she is now supporting me, which means the world.

  My editor, Genevieve Scholl: Girl, you are one of the reasons I write. Over the last couple of months, you and I have gotten so close. We talk like every day, and I THANK YOU so much. Thank you for agreeing to take me in your heart. I love you, Girl.

  Now, to my author friends who inspired me to begin writing. There are SO many of you, and if I miss your name PLEASE forgive me. Thank you all, for being so dang supportive and being here for me. Also, for writing amazing books. Here are some of these amazing authors: Sarah Daltry, Genevieve Scholl, T.H. Snyder, S. Moose, Darlene Kuncytes, Sarah Elizabeth, Rebecca Brooke, Mira Garland, Stephanie Garza, Brandy Corona, Sandra Shrewbury, C.L. Foster, Mel Bellew, LU Ann, Jacqui Melville, Danielle Wright, Sonya Ray, Georgie Summer, Kate Benson, Sinead MacDughlas, and Konstanz Silverbow. ALL INDIE AUTHORS!!! I love you all.

  Now, onto my all of my friends, including my “virtual” ones: Thank you all for being supportive as well and being here for me. Some of you know me inside and out, talked me through some crazy times. Thank you for that, and I love you all. If I miss your name PLEASE also forgive me. Kaleigh Jordan, S’tephanie Mae, Heather Ricketts, Tina Brimlow, Tanya Conaway, Christina Abrahamsen, Helen Simpson, Tammie Estill, Jodi Murphy, Jeannette Joyal, Mary Mooney, Lee Todd, Becky Nichols, Jan Murphy, Savanna Phillips, Jessica Hanna, Suzanne Wendolski, Amanda Amato, Lynn Etson, Tracy Weber, Sarah Miles, Steph Destiny, Carlie Sznober, Linda Cavill, Becca Misura, and all the ladies in the street teams; you all know who you are. Also, the group of wonderful ladies Controlled by… A little bit of everything. I could go on and on.

  You all don’t know how much I appreciate your love and support. It means so much to me. I hope I don’t disappoint you all. And HAPPY READING…