A Protector’s Truth
Madeline
Was it possible? Had I managed to free him this time? Or was I once again too late to stop the inevitable?
My limbs felt heavy, like they had a thousand pounds of lead inside, and it made it incredibly difficult to move my body the way I wanted to.
“Madeline?” Lucien's voice called as he pulled me into his chest. He was warm, and he smelled like fire and spice, and I felt my body settling into his embrace all by itself. “Hey, keep your eyes open, Madeline. Don't go to sleep,” his voice cracked slightly.
I didn't want to go to sleep, not now, not after everything that has happened. I wanted to make sure that he would be okay. I wanted to search the rest of the angels to see if any others had survived the battle that needed to be freed from their chains.
