Immoral - G. Bailey Page 0,3

so I’ve been alone. It’s so good to see you both and hear you talk…I might have been going a little crazy.”

“Why would they keep you alone only to let you see us now?” Thallon ponders. “Not that I’m complaining, but it doesn’t make sense.”

“The guard told me my trial is tomorrow and this is a kindness to me. They are going to kill me, I know it, and they are letting me say goodbye. It’s the only thing that makes sense,” I say in a panic, feeling fear crawling up my throat and threatening to choke me. Thallon tugs me into his arms, and I snuggle into his neck, trying to relax on his chest.

“That won’t happen,” he swears, but we both know he can’t promise me anything. We are in the city of the angels...and we are playing by their rules now.

Chapter 2

Vesnia stirs on the floor, mumbling something in her sleep before settling down as I rest my head on Thallon’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. Rather quickly after I was taken to the clearing, an alarm went off and we were made to go to our rooms, with the threat of death if we didn’t. Thallon quickly explained he and Vesnia share a room for safety, and the other vampires have done the same thing. Pairing up seemed the logical move. But Vesnia insisted we take the bed, while she took the makeshift bed, which was made on the floor when we came in. Other than having a bigger bathroom and more than one towel, the room is pretty much the same as I had. I’m so happy Thallon has protected Vesnia for me; I couldn’t stand if something happened to either of them. Knowing I might not have long left in my life, every second I get to spend with one of the men I love is something I will cherish.

“What do you think is going to happen tomorrow?” I whisper to Thallon, and he tightens his arms around me.

“I don’t know, and I hate that. I’ve always been powerless, and it has never once bothered me until right now. I should have chosen a side and become an angel,” he bitterly states, and I lift my head, watching him through the dim light shining in from outside. “I could save you if I was an angel right now.”

“But you never wanted the light or dark,” I remind him, cupping his cheek. “It’s okay to not choose. You don’t have to be something because the world tells you that you should be.”

“Maybe,” he softly replies, but I get the sense he doesn’t quite believe it. He reaches up and strokes his hand down my wing, and they flutter from the touch.

“You’re half-angel. Half of them, and they can’t kill you for being half-vampire when it wasn’t what you chose,” he suggests, but we both know it isn’t true.

“But I did choose Ren and to be his mate. I did choose the vampires, and the light above knows it,” I whisper back, bringing up another thought. Thallon, Henry, Ren and Myles...I can’t choose between them, but I have no idea how they each feel about this all. Like Thallon can read my thoughts, he tenderly presses his lips to my forehead. “I choose to be at your side, and I want you protected and loved. The others are good men, and I see how they look at you. I’m happy as long as you are, and you wouldn’t be with them if they weren’t good for you.”

“Is it selfish that the idea of you touching another woman makes me feel so angry and jealous?” I ask him, and he shrugs. “Yet I’m asking you to share me with other men.”

“Who cares but us? I just want you; you never have to worry about anyone else,” he softly tells me and kisses me gently before pulling away, both of us well aware we aren’t alone. I rest my head back down on his chest, and he rubs his thumb in circles on my hip as suddenly I hear a distant sound...that sounds like singing. It’s not a song, just a prayer of some kind, and it’s very melodic.

“They sing every night around now. The city of the angels always sings,” Thallon whispers to me. The song mixes in with the sounds of crying nearby, the wails of the vampires hurting my heart with how hopeless they sound. “Even when the vampires weep, Neamh sings of hope.”

I don’t