FALLEN (Angels and Gargoyles Book 3) Read Online Free

of his hair with a caress that reminded her again of the kiss they had shared just a day before. In some ways, it felt like such a long time ago. In others, it felt as close as though it had just happened.
    “We have to go get them,” Stiles said to the ground.
    “We don’t have any supplies.” Dylan ran her hand over his head a second time, her own doubts and fears beginning to take root in her chest. Fears that mirrored those she imagined Wyatt was struggling with. “And I don’t know where the prison is. Joanna didn’t say.”
    “I do,” Stiles said.
    “Where?” Wyatt said so close to her ear Dylan jumped. She took her hand from Stiles’ head, pulled her other from his grasp. He looked up at her, understanding mixing with the perpetual sadness in his eyes. It only served to make her feel guilty. Of what, she wasn’t quite sure.
    She turned slightly, drawing Wyatt into their little circle. He no longer seemed angry, no longer seemed ready to explode. She touched his arm, and he didn’t pull away. He only stood there beside her, his body rigid, and watched Stiles.
    “You know so much about everything,” he said, his words sporting sharp edges. “Why don’t you tell us what you know about her, about this place Luc is holding them.”
    “You already know all about it, Wyatt,” Stiles said. In complete contrast, Stiles’ voice was filled with an unnerving calm. He touched Wyatt too, laying a hand on his shoulder much like he had done to Dylan a moment ago. “Your father taught you all about it. Taught you to watch for kids coming from there.”
    Wyatt stepped back just a single step, but it was enough to make it clear he was shocked by what Stiles had said. Dylan was confused. She had no idea what they were talking about and felt as though she was eavesdropping on an inside joke, something she was never intended to understand. It wasn’t until both boys looked at her that she realized she should have understood, that they had expected her to.
    “Genero,” Wyatt said.
    Stiles nodded.
    Genero.

Chapter 4
     
    Dylan was born and raised in Genero.
    Dylan had been taught that Genero, a domed city, was begun by a couple of sisters who had sought a way to rebuild society in the aftermath of a devastating war. They began with a dome that was no bigger than a small room. But as people found them, as more people joined their small society, the dome grew until it was the beautiful, love filled city it was now.
    Once abandoned in the desert by the council of Genero, Dylan discovered that it was all a lie.
    Genero was actually a laboratory, a place where scientists working for the angels were creating hybrids, children with both human and angel DNA, in order to create a child who could help cure the illness created to destroy the angels. Most of the girls there—Dylan had no idea how it had gone for the boys because the boys and girls of Genero were kept separate to avoid any contamination of the gene pool—showed no special abilities, no proof that the hybrid combination had worked. Those who did show abilities were taken into the Administration building for testing. Their DNA was often used to create more hybrid children. But Genero and its children had never shown any promise of discovering the perfect combination of genetics needed to do whatever it was they wanted in order to cure the illness.
    Until Dylan.
    Dylan was the first to come out of Genero with all the right abilities, all the promise for a cure they had been looking for. But, thanks to Stiles, her abilities remained hidden until she was sent out into the desert to die. That was how Genero took care of the children they didn’t want. They sent them into the desert and allowed them to die. Dylan would have died, too, if not for Stiles. And then Wyatt.
    And now they wanted her to go back.
    “Why would he take them to Genero?”
    Stiles glanced at Wyatt as though gauging his emotional state before he answered. “It’s where they take the humans