The wind swirled around us faster. Like a mini tornado, it picked up all the demons and caught the flying angels in its funnel. Abaddon’s ashes swirled in the air before disappearing with the demons into the pit.
The wind stopped as quickly as it started. Slowly, the yellow light dimmed and the earth began to move, shifting back into place. The hole collapsed, filling with dirt and the ashes of dead demons. The demi-demons and Evils took off, disappearing in the darkness.
I ran to Ben and pulled him into my arms. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” I turned him around to look at him.
“Is he dead?” Ben stared at the ground where the hole had been.
“Yes.”
He turned, buried his head in my shoulder, and cried. “Good,” he said, sniffling.
“Milayna! Ben!” My parents rushed to us. My dad reached us first and pulled us into his arms. My mom grabbed us. Crying, she looked us over.
“Look at your hand. Get in the house,” my mom said and swiped at her teary eyes.
My dad looked at me. “Abaddon?”
“Dead,” I said quietly.
Xavier followed us into the house. “Are you okay?” he asked me again.
“Yeah. I don’t really want a repeat, though. What did Abaddon mean when he said it was good to see you again?” I asked.
Xavier shrugged a shoulder. “Just the crazy ramblings of a demon damned to Hell for all eternity thanks to you.”
I nodded and forced a smile.
I don’t think so buddy. What are you hiding?
***
After Abaddon’s death, it felt as if life was finally normal again. I was able to graduate high school without worrying about demons—although I swore I saw two little red bodies under the bleachers at my graduation ceremony.
My visions returned to normal. Well, normal for me. I still had them, but they were about other people and how I could help them rather than my own death. A refreshing change.
All in all, it seemed like my life was back on track. I enrolled in college. I was slowly recovering from the loss of Chay. And Abaddon was becoming a distant memory.
Except, it was all an illusion. One shattered by a vision I had sitting at the table on a Saturday morning while having breakfast with my family.
A dark-haired man stands in front of Azazel, who is flanked by four men. The dark-haired man’s back is to me. Azazel looks at him.
“I have a job for you,” he tells the man.
“I don’t work for you.”
“You do now.”
“Like hell,” the man yells.
“When that little twit killed Abaddon, I got a promotion. Now you answer to me,” Azazel, says, inspecting his fingernails, looking bored as always. “And I’m not done with you. Need I remind you that you didn’t fulfill your obligation?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Finish her.”
Milayna’s Angel
Playlist
Almost Lover—A Fine Frenzy Ashes and Wine—A Fine Frenzy My Happy Ending—Avril Lavigne Talking to the moon—Bruno Mars Sorry—Buckcherry
The Truth—David Cook Don’t—Ed Sheeran
Together Again—Evanescence Goodbye—Hootie and the Blowfish Voodoo—Adam Lambert
Sleepwalker—Adam Lambert What I’ve Done—Linkin Park Dreaming with a broken heart—John Mayer I’ll Do Anything—Simple Plan Cold as you—Taylor Swift Could’ve Been—Tiffany Get to me—Train
Say Something (I’m giving up on you)—Zoo Dragon’s
Acknowledgements
Every time I write an acknowledgements page it becomes harder to find something new and different to include. That’s because when a person finds a team of talented people, they tend to continue working with them as long as possible. That’s where I find myself. I’m surrounded by talented individuals who are all working toward the same goal: putting out the best books we can. There are so many great people involved with the Milayna Series. I’d have to write a novel to include everyone who worked to bring “Milayna’s Angel” to fruition. With that in mind, I’m going to keep this brief.
Always first, I have to thank my family. I am married to the best man. He cooks dinner and does laundry so I have more time to write. He’s awesome, and I’m so blessed to be his wife. And my four kids, well, they’re my miracles. No mother could love her kids more than I do mine.
The people at Clean Teen, the depths of your encouragement and support amazes me. Thank you for your love of the “Milayna Series.” I’m so happy I’m part of the CT family.
Thank you to the readers of the Milayna series. You are the true life and breath of a book, bringing it alive each time it’s read. It’s amazing to me how many emails, Facebook messages, and tweets you send, telling me things you loved about my work, and giving suggestions for the series. I love that!
About the Author