Chapter 1 - I Escape From Angels

I feel something prickling against my pale skin.

I open my green eyes to be immediately blinded by white light. What's going on?

My lids close once again...

[Blythe POV]

"Blythe! Blythe!"

I sit up so quickly that my head bangs on something hard. Rubbing the aching bump on my forehead, I wince.

Who would be so loud while I'm sleeping? Everyone knows I'm not a morning person...

I find myself in the shade under a leafy tree. A woman with black hair, red eyes, and a nasty looking knife is shouting at me. Her lips are pursed. To my sleepy brain, her words are unintelligible.

Scattered memories meld together, and I remember after a moment of grogginess.

Adira?

What would have been an excellent recovery nap was ruined by a few angels who still pursued us after numerous narrow escapes.

"Damn, honey, they did a number on you! Ya alright? Don't tell me ya have that amnesia shit."

"No, I remember everything, Adir-."

"Awesome. Now, do ya think ya can still make yourself run from those creepy-ass angels after that concussion?"

"Yeah..."

"Let's go, thank God I don't have to give ya a piggy-back ride."

I take one last glance back. I'm not one to curse, but I almost did as I caught a glimpse of a trio of rapidly approaching wings. Holy sh- cow. Cow. By now, it's almost soothing to run. I recall just how I managed to get myself into this more than troubling predicament.