Fallen Angel

Chapter 25: Brannon

I woke to the sweet scent of breakfast, as I reached across the bed I found Emily missing. Dressing quickly, I went in search of her. She was at the kitchen bench making breakfast. Wearing nothing more than a tiny pair of shorts and a tight shirt, she looked amazing. Her fiery red hair was pulled up into a messy bun, revealing the original brown colour at the roots of her hair.

As I quietly crossed the room, I saw that we were alone. It made me smile but I wondered where they were.

"I can hear you, you know."

"Damn." I said with a grin, kissing over the back of her neck.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I thought that this was a mighty fine way to wake up. I could do this for a really long time and just to add difference to our lives, maybe I might even try and figure out how to cook. Bugging Igor about how to use a kitchen wasn't the easiest thing to do but I'd give it a crack if I could do this for Emily one day.

She cracked an egg and dropped the contents straight into the pan, I watched with pure fascination.

"Don't you worry about shell getting into it?"

"Nah. Besides, bit of shell won't hurt you."

"Seen Luca and Kelsey?"

"They packed a picnic breakfast and left about ten minutes ago. There was talk about finding the other side of the island and doing a bit of skinny dipping."

That was enough of a warning for me, stay on this side of the island or risk facing seeing all of Luca which I did not want to see.

Emily turned and handed a loaded plate to me, offering a slight smile as a pink flushed in her cheeks.

"They said they're going to make a lot of noise as warning, just in case."

"Good."

She grabbed her plate and joined me at the table.

"Look."

Turning she pushed out her wings, shiny black, not a single white feather to be found.

"That's great."

Emily nodded with a large smile, sitting at the table beside me as the wings retracted back into her body.

"I suppose your father will know, won't he?"

"Highly likely. He'll be here soon enough."

"Should I knock?"

I could hear the humour in his voice as he moved through the room, Emily gasped and turned.

"Please, continue with your meal. I'm sure that we can discuss the future in such a casual setting, right?"

Emily nodded, quietly gazing down at her meal. My father was intimidating, even if he was being nice. I gripped her hand and gave her a reassuring smile. Her eyes looked up to me, weakly returning it.

My father sat at the table, leaning back against the seat with a rather satisfied smile. The devil was happy which meant that he would be more obliging.

"So how are those wings Emily?"

"Do you want to see them?"

"That would be a great idea."

He smiled at her, wicked and charming. Emily stood and pushed out her wings again, turning around for my father to assess them.

"Excellent, you may put them away and return to your meal."