“Liz! Where’ve you been?” His greeting broke the spell that held their friend’s attention. The two exchanged a quick, one-handed embrace before she moved on to greet Gavin in the same fashion. “Nowhere special--I just needed some space.” “Space alone or space with Mr. Sexy Biker Friend?” the junior countered, one eyebrow cocked. Lizzie’s jaw dropped. “H-He’s just a friend!” The underclassmen swapped knowing gazes as they continued toward the parking lot, shrugging off her claim. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”
"The brand on your shoulder--I've seen similar brands on the bodies of bandits belonging to two of the most dangerous clans in the region: the Peters and the Shaws," he analyzed. "They're the only families I know of who scar their children as a way to identify them. Yours is new to me."
"That's 'cause none of us have died yet," she shrugged, meeting his piercing eyes. "My brothers and sisters and me are part of a new clan. Our daddy is Jeb Peters and our momma is Kitty Shaw."
"Knowing him, he actually might be..." The human grumbled.
The prince offered her a contrite smile. "Still don't like him?"
"Why would I?" Lizzie demanded. "Mona might have forgiven him, but I haven't."
Monty seemed to hesitate before responding; his expression had shifted from apologetic to stern as his emerald eyes became unfocused. It was only a for a moment, but Lizzie could recall this same distracted demeanor from their short time spent as roommates.
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The older man caught her slim wrist in his hand with minimal effort. "Whoa! Take it easy, kid. You can take an eye out doing that." Lizzie spun her head around and glared at the man. Thanks to Mona's overbearing nature, the teenager had decided to journal by the fountain in the colonial park. She … Continue reading Lizzie’s Diary – Entry 4
He felt Lizzie squeeze his hand tightly. He passed his thumb over the back of her hand. It was a small gesture, but he could tell it had eased her by how much more relaxed her grip had become.
27th day of December in the year 2139 Hi, Clint. Been too long. Okay, okay--too long is a bit of an understatement when it's literally been like four years since my last entry. It's been even longer since you've seen me, so I guess that kind of makes us even, doesn't it? A lot has … Continue reading Lizzie’s Diary – Entry 3
The children of angels were born human and, if they were the vessels for a spirit that had yet to return to Earth, would have their true selves awakened by the sitting prince. This typically occurred at a young age for the Jovians, but there had yet to be a single prince to unlock the potential in Mona’s soul. In Matteo Alagona’s eyes, his daughter was a mistake--the only human in a family of angels.
Lizzie's pen hovered over the page, her mouth forming a tight line. Her face grew warm, and her stomach and chest felt as if a swarm of butterflies were let loose inside.
The young human continued to watch the spirit, peering at him through a mess of umber locks. She shook fervently as a gust of fall passed through the heart of the park, forcing the child to hug herself more tightly. In her shifting, he noticed a large black spot through the rips in her top, an uneven splattering against her side.