Chapter 7

Shrugging off my coat and shirt, I watch Kossiq’s eyes as they inspect the wound on my side. It’s not awful; I’ve had worse.

“This is pretty bad,” Kossiq muses, putting his hand out for my knife. “It’s fine,” I tell him, but the angel only rolls his eyes. Taking the knife from me, he makes a small cut on himself, before dripping the blood onto my wound.

“That feels like a major health risk, sharing blood,” I joke, and to my surprise, Kossiq actually laughs at it. “Look at it though, it’s already healing.” Glancing down at myself, I feel the need to gasp. It’s like watching my body go back in time- even the bruises around the wound are healed, leaving me feeling healthier than I have in a long time.

“Thanks.” My voice comes out quiet, but I think he knows how genuinely thankful I am. He only nods, pulling my scarf more tightly around his neck. Putting my shirt back on, I chuck my coat at the angel.

He looks at me confused for a bit, and I just stare back. Eventually, he smiles softly, draping the clothing over his body like a blanket. Going to the horses, I look around until I find what I’m searching for - a bandage.

Tapping Kossiq on the shoulder gently, he glances over at me, his eyelids already drooping with exhaustion. How? He literally slept all day. I hold up the bandage, and he does that little confused smile again, like he wasn’t expecting me to treat him after he healed me.

Gently holding his arm, I wrap the bandage around it, before securing it at the top. “Will it heal quickly?” I ask, knowing nothing about angels’ healing speeds. Kossiq shrugs, playing with the end of the bandage.

“Faster than a human, sure. It’ll only take like a day, it’s so small,” he explains casually, before giving me a quick smile again, and snuggling down under my coat.

Glancing over at Yvo, I check that he’s sleeping alright, and not having any more visions, before resuming my spot to watch over them for the night.

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-Kossiq-

I don’t sleep. I mean, I slept for like, ages earlier, which was probably due to the drug. But more than that, I have a lot to think about. I instantly gave up on the idea of trying to escape, because honestly? I just can’t be bothered.

I’m going to die at the hands of the humans anyway, so why try and delay it?

This is all the goddamn Archangels’ fault- in particular, Arche. That fucking twat kicked me out instantly, because I said something which goes against the Archangels’ beliefs that ‘everything happens the way it should’.

Like, fuck that. I know who I am, and I’ll live my life the goddamn way I want to.

But no, Arche really wasn’t a fan of that, and kicked me out. Fucking dickhead.

A cold breeze sneaks beneath the cloak, and I tug it more closely around me. His coat smells nice. Sort of woody? Like pine needles, mixed with a smokey scent I could get drunk off. Well, no. I couldn’t. But, I like the smell, it’s so foreign and strangely comforting.

I have to sleep on my side, with my wings poking out behind me, and it’s honestly starting to get annoying, how painful they are. It’s not a super bad pain, although it can get pretty bad at times. No, it’s more like a constant ache, which I just want to be over with.

It’s already been a while since they were broken though, so it shouldn’t be too much longer before I can stretch them out how I want again. Maybe another week or two? Nothing too dramatic, anyway.

I heave myself onto my other side, enjoying the view of the moon over the treetops. I follow the line of the bark down to the tree trunk, where Martin is sitting. His eyes are roaming around the area, a look of intense concentration on his face.

I think he’s wrong about himself. He thinks he’s this tough, emotionless guy- what’d that mercenary call him? The Hunter. That’s all Martin thinks he is, but he’s pretty nice. Definitely nicer than I thought he’d be.

Tucking my nose into his coat, I let my eyes flutter closed, waiting for sleep to eventually take me. When I next wake up, the sun is just beginning to rise. Martin is still sitting at his tree, eyes scouring the forest.

Has he been up all night?

I thought he and the other guy- Yvo, I think, were going to take shifts, but…he’s still on watch? Sitting up with a stretch, I pick up Martin’s coat, moving to sit by the man himself.

He looks confused by my actions, but I just ignore him for the most part, sitting down slightly perpendicular to him, so that my wings aren’t crushed against the tree. I curl my legs up, placing Martin’s coat over both of our legs.

He stares at me blankly for a moment, before he nods, and I think I hear a ‘thanks’ but maybe it was just the wind whistling through the trees. It’s pretty impossible to tell with this guy, he speaks so quietly, I really have to be paying attention, or I’ll miss it.

And, I don’t want to miss a single one of Martin’s words. Because, he only says like four, so missing even one means I’m missing out. He’s an interesting guy, that’s for sure. I hope the other guy is nice too, so I can spend the last few weeks of my life in a relaxed, friendly atmosphere, rather than being ignored by two men as we run from other people who also want to murder me.

I know, I’m asking for a lot. I mean, how greedy can an angel get, asking for a nice few last weeks.

I snort at my own sarcasm, and Martin sends me a look which I assume is confusion, but honestly he’s a hard one to read, and I’m generally pretty good at that. I mean, I have been watching the human race for like, the last 300 years.

Which, I know, is pretty short. I’m certainly one of the youngest angels in the heavens- or no, I was, but still. I may be young, but I still know a decent amount about how humans think.

But Martin? Nah. Nothing. He’s like a wall. And, after healing him last night, well. I discovered something interesting about the wall known as Martin.

Turns out, he’s kind of a cute, sexy wall.