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I didn't want to even think about Shane being my angel right now. I was not thinking clearly enough to form a definite answer to how I felt about him, or if that bond of what we shared was gone.

The mere mention of his name in my mind caused me to think of his lips, his hands on me and that brokenhearted look on his face when I choose Blake over him. My heart sunk deep in my chest. It folded in on itself and hardened into a solid granite rock. Unmovable and unbreakable.

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Because seriously, let's think about this, shall we? I just spent centuries saving my heart and soul for someone, while that someone had been trying to erase the memory of me through the lacy thong, dirty-ass panties of New York City's most self-loathing, easy, skanky little Okay, I'm just really angry.

And jealous, oh my God am I jealous. What girl in the world likes to learn that they are easily replaceable and forgotten? Yes, technically I was Grace, but still! He didn't know that! Do you see how unfocused and crazed that man makes me? After taking a deep breath, I yanked the door open and walked in. Oh crap. I collapsed to my knees.

Straining my eyes to see through the dimness, I tried to take in everything that was around me. All my senses were heightened to a painful capacity, almost snapping me in two. Pure raw bliss enveloped my body, wrapping itself tightly around me, draining me of all my hate and anger. The smell of the most exquisitely fragrant flowers rushed past my cheeks on the sweetest breeze of air I had ever experienced.

As my knees slammed painfully into the cold granite slabs of the floor, I could hear the slow sweet melody of an ancient choir of voices caressing their soft words against my soul. My hands grasped at the coldness of what lay beneath me; I needed an anchor, something to hold on to so I didn't feel like I had been knocked off the face of the earth.

What was laid out above me, I had only seen through a kiss lifetimes ago. Spreading from my raw fingertips to the soft pads of my toes was the warm feeling of coming home.

Yet, a shadowy covering encased the edges of what I was seeing as if I was looking at the heavens through a dirty window. A lone hazy figure gradually emerged from the depths of the shadows, and a desolate humorless laugh broke through my lips. I couldn't let myself believe for a second that this was my entrance to heaven.

Was someone going to try to sneak me in the back door? The background of the heavens dimmed gently and along with it went the sounds and smells of paradise. I remained slumped on my knees in a small room beautifully lit with the soft glow of dozens of candles. There was something about the eerie silence of the room that seemed to unravel my nerves.

I couldn't help but think there should be some sound of life to be heard, but I supposed everything would seem dead and silent after you've had a glimpse of heaven. My body shook violently in its withdrawal. The figure I had seen before, now sat in the corner of the room deep in the shadows. The candlelight threw small impressions of light against it but it gave me no clues to who it was. The person, I couldn't tell if it was human or angel, leaned forward in its seat with its head held in his hands.

Silky clumps of short dark hair hung over the hands and a tiny nip of a butterfly's wing quivered somewhere deep within me. I caught a flicker of tight toned muscular arms as hard as stone pillars holding up an achingly beautiful face.

The shadows and soft flashes of candlelight danced along the perfectly sculpted arms revealing the dark lines of the sharp beauty of his tattoos. I now understood the story behind them. The beauty of the swirling clouds, the dragon-like serpent devouring their innocence, ending in the broken winged dove.

My windpipe tightened as if invisible hands were crushing it. I was suffocating from his beauty, from my anger and hurt, and from how much I loved this being. My jaw clenched tight as the tears blurred my vision of him.

Shane sat shirtless, his powerful lean muscles flexed with the slow movement of lifting his ancient eyes to mine. The glow of the candles shifted and flickered brighter, allowing me to see into the depths of the blue eyes that were once my hearts captive for centuries.

Did they still have a hold on my soul? I wanted to close my eyes against his beauty, against everything that he stood for and everything he was. Yet, at the same time, I wanted to throw myself at him and never let go.

I tightened my fists and waited for him to speak. In a blur of motion, he knelt on the floor before me; his ancient blue irises echoed his rage and agony.

We will be together and no one will ever hurt you again. They didn't sound right. They didn't sound real. It didn't sound like him. Or, did I just not care anymore? I balled my fists tighter, pulled back and punched Shane in the face as hard as I possibly could. Chapter 2 Shane looked at me deadpan with accusation and hate in his eyes. The expression seemed to cause a riot of butterflies in my belly.

Maybe they sensed the danger. I almost apologized to that beautiful face.

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I swallowed back the apology because I was not the one who should be sorry. If it weren't for any of these fallen angels, humans would still live in Paradise.

Something didn't feel right and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention. How could Shane be here with me? But I think I'll pass on the bullshit," I replied. I stood up. Game over.

Pick a new toy to play with. Shane was in front of me in a flash, his eyes barely an inch away from mine. I stepped back against a wall that wasn't there a minute ago.

Shane leaned in closer.

I tried to swallow, but it only got caught in my throat. Suddenl y, Shane's face was so clos e, I couldn't even think straight. His hands moved so fast I didn't even see them coming.

He crashed his body against mine, hammering his open hand into my throat and then taking hold. It's not easy, especially when she can't escape his thoughts. But Grace has other things to worry about. Like her friend Stacy's cancer, and her best friend Graham's ex-girlfriend, whose attacks on Grace and her friends only seem to escalate with each passing day.

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And then there's Samael, the Archangel of Death, whose own death after his last attack on Grace had been revealed to be nothing but a lie. When Samael tries once again to finish what he started, Grace finds herself having to rely on Robert for help, something that forces the both of them to confront the lies that exist between them. But, as Samael closes in on not only Grace, but also on the people she cares about, she learns a secret that forces her to make a decision that changes not only her, but the very world she lives in.

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He needs only one last item to complete his plan: Charlotte Branwell, head of the London Institute, is desperate to find Mortmain before he strikes. But when Mortmain abducts Tessa, the boys who lay equal claim to her heart, Jem and Will, will do anything to save her.

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One angel and one human shared but one kiss. I kept walking. Cassandra Clare. Clockwork Princess 4 of 9. The beauty of the swirling clouds, the dragon-like serpent devouring their innocence, ending in the broken winged dove.

Thanks bird. After taking a deep breath, I yanked the door open and walked in.