The Chosen Knights (Read Prequel--The Angel Knights first) (The Angel Knights Series Book 2)

The Chosen Knights (Read Prequel--The Angel Knights first) (The Angel Knights Series Book 2) by Mary Ting

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Are you spying on me? How do you know I have an uncle?”
    Eli groaned as if to hold in his anger. He leaned in closer, and heat ignited as his body touched mine. “Your uncle happens to be one of my teachers.” Then he rolled his eyes. It should have made me furious, but I stared at his enigmatic dark eyes and the desire to know more about him coursed through me.
    “This is getting ridiculous,” Brody chided. “Either kiss her or pull her up. The two of you could be on the front of a Hallmark card, backed by the blue moon. Don’t get me wrong. It’s beautiful, but I’d like to get out of here.”
    Eli pulled me up and released me as if I had stung him. I dusted off my shorts and T-shirt as though I could dust off what happened—every look, every emotion that had stirred in me while he had been holding me in that awkward position.
    “I wasn’t—I didn’t….” He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing around. If it’d been daytime, I would’ve seen him blushing. “Where’s Milani?”
    “Right here.” She stood up. Her black outfit camouflaged her against the black volcanic boulder beside her. “Lucia is right. We shouldn’t have gotten involved. They’ll be after us too.” She bent back down and picked up a black stone and tossed it across the water. It rippled as far as I could see.
    Zach and I used to toss stones with Uncle Davin in a place we called Between. Thinking of them, I became alert again. I needed to find them. If they had gone home and I wasn’t there, I could imagine they’d be worried. But Milani’s words concerned me.
    “What do you mean they’ll be after you? Don’t they already know you exist?” I turned to Milani. “What are you, anyway?”
    Milani walked toward me with a purpose, giving me the evilest stare. Looking squarely at me, she said, “You’re so lucky Eli is here or I would burn every fluffy feather from your wings. You don’t deserve those majestic wings. The question is, what are you? Are you some kind of demon fairy?” She wiggled her fingers as if they were the wings.
    “Stop, Milani. That’s enough,” Eli ordered. “We need to get out of here.”
    Milani narrowed her eyes at him. “I’m your friend, not the girl with wings. Don’t you forget that.” Then she headed for my car.
    What did they have against wings? I’d never felt so small in my entire existence.
    “Never mind her. She’s just jealous,” Brody said, catching up to her.
    “Wait.” I stepped in front of Eli to stop him. “Were you at my house last night?”
    Eli cocked a brow at me. “And who is being the arrogant one? I’ve got better things to do than stalk you.”
    I guessed I deserved that answer. What was I thinking? He wouldn’t admit it, but I was almost positive Eli had been there. Before I could say a word, he said, “By the way, I’m not a coward,” and flashed into a black mist in front of my eyes. I had taunted the entity outside my house the night before, calling it a coward. He had just admitted he was there. Ugh!

 
    Chapter 11

    “I don’t need you and your friends to escort me.” I tried not to sound rude.
    “It’s not safe, and although you fight like a trained warrior and I’m pretty impressed, you still can’t take them on by yourself.” Eli opened my door for me and practically shoved me inside. I decided not to take off without him—he could go right through the car door anyway. After he got in on the passenger side, he leaned back and closed his eyes.
    Was he tired? I almost smiled at the fact he thought I was a good warrior, when I wondered what the heck I was gushing at. “Are your friends going to get inside the car, or do they enjoy riding on top?” I asked sarcastically as I started the engine and got on the main road.
    He took a long deep breath with his eyes still closed and then finally opened them. “They like to surf, and air surf or car surf...whatever you want to call it.”
    “Seriously?” I checked the rearview mirror.

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