Alex put the pillow over his head as he heard the noise from upstairs. It was happening again, for the third night in a row.
He heard Fallen yell clearly, “Where do you think you’re going?”
Alex got up. He didn’t hear the response, but he did hear the door slam.
It had been about a month in the making. Fallen had been getting more and more demanding, wanting to spend all his time with Kelvin. It got worse when Fallen got a phone. Kelvin couldn’t breathe without Fallen there.
Kelvin snuck away once and Fallen was beside himself with worry. Toxicon didn’t dare pair up with Kelvin, and it was getting so that no one in the group wanted to deal with the possibility of a wrathful angel if Kelvin came home battered and bruised.
So Kelvin had been hanging out in Westside, where it was relatively safe. Fallen would find him there and clear out everything and everyone for a mile radius, thinking he was helping Kelvin.
The last straw must have been a couple of days ago. Rumor had it that Mike was putting Kelvin on probation. Nobody would pair with him; was he still with the group or not? So, finally, Kelvin must’ve had it.
Alex stepped out of his bedroom. He walked across the living area and heard the front door slam. Fallen was standing there, at the bottom of the stairs, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.
“Fallen?” asked Alex.
Fallen turned electric blue eyes on Alex. They were full of fire and fury. Alex didn’t want to get in the middle of this.
Fallen turned away from him, and instantly changed into the avenging angel that he had been afraid of. Seven feet tall, with wings that spread twice his height, Fallen turned from Alex and flew through the window. Alex ducked from the flying glass.
When Alex looked up, he saw Fallen was hesitating, but then flew up like a bolt, disappearing in a flash of light.
The cold air blew into the apartment, chilling Alex to the bone.