Adriel
I wake up in the morning, reach out and touch the empty side of the bed. I need Alexandria again but she's gone. I need to talk to her, to be with her again. Shit. I try to remember what happened.
How could she just leave like that?
I remember what she asked me and what I said.
It was me. I'm the reason she left. I fucked up again. Had to. How could she want to see me again after I said that to her. I should've just answered her but at the time I wasn't ready. Despair rises in me.
It's enough that I pick up the bottle again and start drinking.
My mind is slow, trying to figure out how to see her again. Trying to figure out how to tell her what I should've told her last night. I stumble off the bed and look for my phone but realize a text message or a phone call isn't going to cut it. I have to see her.
"You're in bad shape, Adriel."
No more drinking for me. I toss the bottle onto the dresser beside the TV. My sword is on the table and I grab the hilt quickly.
"Angel!" I snarl. I draw my blade, nearly cutting the small wooden table between us in half. I stumble again in my drunkenness and fall to one knee. I curse that I didn't realize I wasn't alone.
The angel shakes his head at me.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't be so dramatic. As if you could cut paper, wet, in your condition. You've been drinking all morning." The guy is dressed in a blue polo, pale slacks, and loafers. Looking as comfortable as you please, leaning against the window with his arms crossed over his chest. Legs crossed, too. The bastard, sneaking up on me. That's an angel for you.
I frown hard and use my sword stabbed in the floor to push myself up.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask incredulously.
"Call me Barry."
"Bartholomew?"
"Try Barachiel." Definitely angel.
"What business does an angel have with me?"
I want him and his smooth and wavy fade to go away. As soon as I'm sure I'm done drinking and wallowing in my feelings, I'm going to find Dria and ask her to take me back. I'm going to tell her...
Tell her what exactly?
That I want to be with her and be her guard? That just doesn't add up in my head. I can't go back to her expecting both. I don't know why but I can't. It doesn't matter what she wants or what I want. Damn it.
"You're confused. You don't understand how things keep going to hell between you and Alexandria."
I turn dark eyes on the angel.
"How do you know that?"
Barry smiles though the look in his eyes is solemn and a little sad.
"We go back, Adriel. Way back."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
He holds up his hands. "No tricks, it means what I said. You just don't remember. But there's a way for you to remember, Adriel. A way to remember everything...even how you really met Alexandria and why I think you're having so much trouble."
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Alexandria's Knight
RomanceSoon-to-be demon Queen of the Underworld, Alexandria has one little problem standing between her and the crown--and his name is Adriel. Dria has loved Adriel since she was a teenager and there's no one else she wants by her side and in her bed. How...
