The Fallen Ones (The Fallen Angels Series Book 1) by Katelyn Campbell

girly
salon stuff and a few chick flicks “A little birdy told me that you could use
some help relaxing!” I laugh at the thought – Alya could be described in so
many ways, but relaxing is not one of them. I know that I have Levi or Ephraim
to thank for this.
    She
asks me to pick a movie so I opt for “Chocolat” it might be romantic which is
exactly what I don’t want right now, but anything with Johnny Depp is
preferable to a movie about a couple growing old and dying in one another’s
arms – I still haven’t figured out how that is really romantic as is. She
smiles approvingly and pulls my computer chair over and instructs me to sit in
it after starting the movie. Then I see the scissors come out “Ummm, what
exactly are you planning to do with those, Alya?” she waves off my concern and
I know I have no choice in the matter “I am going to give you a haircut! I am
really great at it and it looks like you haven’t had one in some time – I
promise you are going to love it.” She is already combing out my freshly washed
hair so I decide to just keep my mouth shut and let her get to work.
    I
intently watch the movie while she intently cuts my hair, paints my nails and
gives me a facial – I find myself wondering what the point of the facial is,
since Nephilim have flawless, self-healing skin as is, but the minty smelling
paste begins to tingle against my skin and it feels so good, I don’t even
bother. As we are watching the movie, I keep finding myself scoffing at all of
the sappy romantic parts, real life romance is never quite so simple – at least
not in my very limited experience. After she finishes cleaning up the hair all
around me she pauses the movie and swivels the chair to face her “Is there
something you would like to discuss?” immediately my mind flashes back to
Kailand, but I realize there is no way she could know about any of that. So, I
carefully respond “I don’t think so, is there something you would like to
discuss?” she rolls her eyes “Don’t be like that with me! One girl in the woods
with two attractive men for two weeks, scoffing at all of the best parts in
this movie… Something has happened, so spill.” I am surprised at how much she
has picked up on but then I realize living for 4000 years (give or take)
probably lends itself to quite a high dose of women’s intuition.
    I try
to think of what I can tell her that won’t be completely weird, since her
brother is one of the main characters in this little sideshow. “Alya, I really
don’t know what to say that won’t be really awkward for the both of us.” She
sits back for a minute and turns the TV completely off “I knew it, so it’s
Ephraim then. So what happened? You were going to hit it and quit it and then
your feelings got the best of you and now you are stuck?” I am taken aback by
her human expressions and vulgarity I clear my throat “I am not exactly the hit
it and quit it type. No.” she catches my frustration and quickly back tracks
“I’m sorry, Doll. I didn’t mean to imply that you are. I keep forgetting how
young you are, when you have lived as long as I have, you begin to notice a
pattern – usually it’s that our attention doesn’t hold for very long. It wasn’t
personal.” I settle back into my chair and think about my words carefully
before I say them “We kissed, a lot. But something didn’t quite feel right.”
    She
looks like she completely understands and even would’ve expected that. I wait
for her to speak, but she doesn’t say anything so I continue on “He’s so brave
and strong, and just about perfect. But, something in me, doesn’t feel nearly
as attached to him as I do to the idea of being kissed and touched and cared
for. It’s like I want those things, and I like those things with him, but
beneath the surface I’m not sure if I really want to keep having those things
with him and I just don’t understand why. It’s awful too because when he’s not
being all