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The Witch's Angel

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by Arissa L. Utemark


  I desperately wished that she was there to guide me.

  A comforting hand came to rest on my lower back and I sighed as the touch centered me. I looked up to Luke when he came to stand next to me, proud and tall, his wings folded neatly behind him.

  He was so beautiful.

  “Dance with me.” I said as I leaned my body into his.

  “Always.” Luke answered, his breath ghosting over my ear.

  I took his hand in mine as we made our way out to the middle of the room, people all around us dancing to the soft music. I saw Theo and Patrick out of the corner of my eye. Theo made eye contact with me, giving me a soft smile before closed his eyes and leaned his head against Patrick’s. They danced, happily wrapped around each other, relieved to be alive.

  We had made it through alive.

  Luke pulled me against his body, holding my hand against his chest just over the beat of his heart. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder and rested my head against him, sighing as I felt his strong arm wrap around my back.

  I’m not going to say that I was going to be completely okay, not even close. I’m absolutely not going to say that I had suddenly gleaned a wealth of knowledge and knew exactly how to be Queen. I’m going to feel my way through this like a drunk in a dark room full of trap doors trying to find the light switch. And I’m definitely not going to say that everything was fixed. We had one fucking job to do and we couldn’t manage it.

  But…we learn, we move forward, we heal, we rebuild.

  I glanced over Luke’s shoulder at the portraits hanging on one wall, the people in them dancing across my memory. Even in the middle of the lights, the beauty, and the splendor, it was hard to keep the cold grief from gripping me.

  Learn, move forward, heal, rebuild.

  I felt my shaking fingers clutch Luke’s shoulder and he held me against his chest, squeezing my hand. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in how he surrounded me, how much I loved him. The warm comfort he gave me was a soothing balm to my wounds.

  Learn, move, heal, rebuild.

  There, in the ballroom, he and I swayed gently together, wrapped in each other, finding a safe haven from the world in each other.

  A Witch and her Angel.

 

 

 


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