Angel Betrayed Read Online Free
Author: Immortal Angel
know that’s what it is, because I’ve placed angels in here before. There are no windows, no doors, and no way in or out except by portals controlled by Michael. And of course, our telepathy doesn’t work.
“Michael!” I shout. “What’s going on? Why have you summoned me?” I walk forward until I find the almost invisible side of the space and pound on it. “My target is in danger!”
There’s no response so I finally kick the wall.
“Fuck!”
I run my fingers through my hair. What can I do?
Hang on, Gillian, I’ll be back as soon as I can.
5
Gillian
I lock my apartment as we leave, even knowing it won’t do any good against demon attack. But it makes me feel better anyway.
Cas takes my bag and Zakiel grabs me around the waist. I don’t get the familiar shiver as when Brion puts his arms around me. This feels more…like business.
I direct him toward my building, pointing. As we approach, to my surprise I see the window to my lab has already been fixed. That was fast. “Let’s land on the roof. That way we won’t have to deal with security.”
We’re there in just minutes, Zakiel setting me gently on my feet.
I try the roof door, which is usually open. The handle doesn’t move. I look at Cas in consternation. “It’s never locked.”
“Why are you looking at me?” he asks. “Do I look like a locksmith?”
I roll my eyes. “I guess we’ll have to go through the front door.”
“I’m just kidding,” he laughs, pulling out a tool from his back pocket. “I can pick just about anything.”
“I’m not sure that’s something to brag about.” Zakiel frowns, watching him work.
“Why not? With how often I’ve had to use it, they should give all new warrior angels a class on this.”
“Let’s agree to disagree,” Zakiel says as the door opens.
“Whatever.” Cas rises and winks at me. “After you, little lady.”
I pause before entering, picking up my bag. “I think I should stash this somewhere.”
Zakiel nods. “Good idea.”
I peruse the rooftop until my eyes land on one of the air conditioner vent units. I hurry over to it and open the latch, setting it inside on the ground.
Then I hurry back. Zakiel motions me inside.
But it’s dark. Too dark.
“There should be lights.”
The two angels exchange a look.
“They might have gotten here before us. How important is your device?” Zakiel asks.
“It will actually close the portals from the…underworld.” I’m still not quite used to the idea.
Cas glances meaningfully at Zakiel. “We need it.”
Zakiel turns to me. “Stick close to us. If we run into trouble, our first action is to get out of here.”
I nod emphatically. I’ve already seen enough of demons to last me a lifetime.
We enter into darkness, and I feel a shiver of foreboding. “There aren’t even any emergency lights.”
Both angels take out their daggers and we climb down the stairs as quietly as possible. I open the door to the twenty-eighth floor, and it’s still dark. The hand and retinal scanners don’t work, and my hand trembles as I reach for the door handle. I don’t know what I expect to find inside, but I have a feeling it won’t be good. Please don’t be demons.
The second the door opens to my lab, my entire body begins shaking. The workbenches are empty. Every piece of equipment, every computer, is gone.
“It’s empty,” I whisper.
“What?” Cas asks over my shoulder, his voice worried.
We step inside. My mind can’t process what’s happening. “It’s gone!” My voice rises to a hysterical shout. My work! The device that could save us! This is worse than demons!
“That’s right, sweetheart,” comes a voice from behind us.
We turn and I see about ten demons stepping out of the stairwell next to the elevator.
Okay, maybe it isn’t worse than demons.
He continues, “Michael came down and spirited it all away.”
I hear movement in the lab behind us and turn back to see that at least twenty demons must
“Michael!” I shout. “What’s going on? Why have you summoned me?” I walk forward until I find the almost invisible side of the space and pound on it. “My target is in danger!”
There’s no response so I finally kick the wall.
“Fuck!”
I run my fingers through my hair. What can I do?
Hang on, Gillian, I’ll be back as soon as I can.
5
Gillian
I lock my apartment as we leave, even knowing it won’t do any good against demon attack. But it makes me feel better anyway.
Cas takes my bag and Zakiel grabs me around the waist. I don’t get the familiar shiver as when Brion puts his arms around me. This feels more…like business.
I direct him toward my building, pointing. As we approach, to my surprise I see the window to my lab has already been fixed. That was fast. “Let’s land on the roof. That way we won’t have to deal with security.”
We’re there in just minutes, Zakiel setting me gently on my feet.
I try the roof door, which is usually open. The handle doesn’t move. I look at Cas in consternation. “It’s never locked.”
“Why are you looking at me?” he asks. “Do I look like a locksmith?”
I roll my eyes. “I guess we’ll have to go through the front door.”
“I’m just kidding,” he laughs, pulling out a tool from his back pocket. “I can pick just about anything.”
“I’m not sure that’s something to brag about.” Zakiel frowns, watching him work.
“Why not? With how often I’ve had to use it, they should give all new warrior angels a class on this.”
“Let’s agree to disagree,” Zakiel says as the door opens.
“Whatever.” Cas rises and winks at me. “After you, little lady.”
I pause before entering, picking up my bag. “I think I should stash this somewhere.”
Zakiel nods. “Good idea.”
I peruse the rooftop until my eyes land on one of the air conditioner vent units. I hurry over to it and open the latch, setting it inside on the ground.
Then I hurry back. Zakiel motions me inside.
But it’s dark. Too dark.
“There should be lights.”
The two angels exchange a look.
“They might have gotten here before us. How important is your device?” Zakiel asks.
“It will actually close the portals from the…underworld.” I’m still not quite used to the idea.
Cas glances meaningfully at Zakiel. “We need it.”
Zakiel turns to me. “Stick close to us. If we run into trouble, our first action is to get out of here.”
I nod emphatically. I’ve already seen enough of demons to last me a lifetime.
We enter into darkness, and I feel a shiver of foreboding. “There aren’t even any emergency lights.”
Both angels take out their daggers and we climb down the stairs as quietly as possible. I open the door to the twenty-eighth floor, and it’s still dark. The hand and retinal scanners don’t work, and my hand trembles as I reach for the door handle. I don’t know what I expect to find inside, but I have a feeling it won’t be good. Please don’t be demons.
The second the door opens to my lab, my entire body begins shaking. The workbenches are empty. Every piece of equipment, every computer, is gone.
“It’s empty,” I whisper.
“What?” Cas asks over my shoulder, his voice worried.
We step inside. My mind can’t process what’s happening. “It’s gone!” My voice rises to a hysterical shout. My work! The device that could save us! This is worse than demons!
“That’s right, sweetheart,” comes a voice from behind us.
We turn and I see about ten demons stepping out of the stairwell next to the elevator.
Okay, maybe it isn’t worse than demons.
He continues, “Michael came down and spirited it all away.”
I hear movement in the lab behind us and turn back to see that at least twenty demons must