Thirty Years Later
“Race you back to the castle,” Bella giggled as she spread
her wings, making her look so unbelievably beautiful.
“You never win, pretty Bella,” I teased. “I’m faster than
you.” We were leaving from our monthly meeting with the arch angels. We’d
occasionally race, but sometimes we’d find a cloud to christen. Suffice it to
say, we were insatiable for each other, but we always made love and I showered
her with my affection, as she did to me, too.
And making love on a cloud is … heavenly.
Yes, that was cheesy, but funny, right? Get it? GET IT? Anyhow,
I’m losing focus. My mate, my wife is talking.
“We’ll see,” she snickered, spreading her wings wider and
walking to the edge of the all-white, open-aired space. “Come on, baby! I want
to beat you. Just one time. ONCE!”
“Oh, you’re on, Mrs. Cullen,” I laughed as I followed her.
Her laughter filtered up to me as she was in a free fall from heaven. Her wings
were tucked in and she rode the currents like a pro. I was on her heels when I
felt something hold me back. “No fair, Isabella. Using your shield?”
“I said I want to win,” she snickered, shooting me a look
and spreading her shield so I couldn’t even touch her. I growled, trying to go
around it, but she kept spreading it with a mischievous chuckle.
“So, you resort to cheating?” I teased. Bella turned,
abruptly stopping and hovered in front of me, using her wings gracefully.
“Bella?”
“It’s not cheating,” she said, her hands on her hips, a
twinkle in her eyes. “I’m using my resources.”
“Really?” I deadpanned. She winked and stuck out her tongue
before using her shield to push me back as she dive bombed through the sky. I
followed her, determined to at least catch up with her. We danced among the
clouds like an angelic game of cat and mouse. However, as we got closer, I felt
the call in my chest. Bella’s shield dropped and I knew she felt it, too. Our
game came to an end and we made our way back to the castle. Landing softly in
the courtyard, we saw Esme. She was wringing her hands, her face clearly
distressed. “What is it?”
“It’s Colton,” she whispered.
“Is he going to be changed?” Bella asked.
“Sooner than we anticipated,” Esme replied. “Alice contacted
me. She was working in Oklahoma, guiding her humans when she felt the impact.
He was in a terrible car accident. A drunk driver hit his car and it’s a mess. From
her garbled message, she said something about Colton being internally
decapitated?”
“Oh, shit,” I hissed. “His transformation … it might not
take. Those are serious injuries.”
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