Read Lacrimosa for Free Online

don’t know. I’ve just always liked the way the iron curves at the base. It’s strong and delicate at the same time. I like the irony it represents.”
    Definitely not what I would expect from the UnHoly.
    The sun drops, casting shadows around us. Aydan slips his arm around my waist and leans into me. His lips brush mine.
    I know I should resist him, but I can’t.
    I don’t want to.
    The kiss deepens and I lose myself to him. My energy begins to drain as I feel my soul—my angelic soul—slip away. It feels strange, almost as though something, someone, is trying to…
    Kill me.
    The world stops and I push him away, remembering what he really is. Remembering my task.
    I turn away and finger my dagger.
    “My turn,” I say. “I want to show you my favorite place in the park.” I take his hand and lead him back towards the lake.
    “Which is?” he asks.
    “A surprise.”
    “Oh, I like a mystery.” He slips his arm around my waist and I struggle to keep my body from trembling.
    Long shadows change the landscape while dark creatures make their way toward us, cloaked in darkness. Their odd insect-like shapes bend the shadows further, while the putrid scent of their flesh wafts past me. I close my eyes to avoid registering their presence. No doubt the creatures expect me to be their next meal.
    I don’t think so .
    Pulling my emotions in tightly around me, I focus only on my job. I won’t get more than one chance to finish this. I’d better make it count.
    “What are you thinking about?” Aydan’s breath sends a chill across my skin.
    “Nothing.” Ignoring my body, I focus on the task at hand.
    I guide him to a large courtyard near the lake. Dusk settles around us, casting an inky hue over everything. In the distance, fluorescent lights flicker on the upper terrace of the courtyard. We sit on the bench overlooking a large fountain.
    “Here. My favorite place in the park.” I nod towards the sculpture sitting in the middle of the fountain—a peaceful angel that looks down upon cascading streams of water. She reminds me of Cass.
    “Hmm? The Angel of the Waters?” Aydan furrows his brow. “I’m surprised. I would’ve thought that angel too passive for you. You seem more the aggressive type. A warrior. Not something as…well, weak.”
    Does he know? It’s a reasonable question. I replay every encounter from the club to the kiss. I may have been a little reckless—okay the kiss was really reckless—but there’s no way he could’ve figured out the truth.
    “Can I ask you something?” He turns my head towards his.
    “Sure.” My lips tremble. Darn human body.
    “Why did you run off at the club?”
    “I didn’t run off,” I lie. “I had to leave.”
    “No, you ran off. I’m just curious why.”
    “It was nothing. I just had to go.”
    “Because it almost seemed like you were—”
    “I was what?”
    “Scared.” A seductive smile forms on his mouth.
    “Of what? You?” I reach behind my back for the dagger. I need to time this just right.
    “Yeah.”
    I collapse any space between us, and catch him off guard. Our lips are barely apart, my fingers wrapped firmly around my knife. “And what do you think now?” I can feel him shudder. Feel his heart pound against mine. “Am I still afraid?”
    “Terrified.” He draws a deep breath, parts his lips and kisses me.
    It deepens, again pulling on my soul. I don’t resist. Not yet.
    I raise my dagger level with his heart, mentally speaking the words I need to cast him out. He tastes my soul as I cling to my humanity and—
    “Hey, Aydan.”
    The unexpected voice pulls me back. I stow the dagger in my jeans, fear tightening every muscle. Taking a labored step backwards, I feel my face flush.
    Aydan stares at me, a pained expression in his eyes. “Hey,” he says, his breath coming in ragged spurts. “What’s up?”
    Two familiar figures walk through the shadows. Aydan’s band mates. “Just hanging out,” the weak, not-so-human guitarist