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"You were so afraid, so young. I knew what he was going to do, I had to stop him." The icy eyes of the angel cleared of its clouds as he came back from the same memory. His smooth voice cracked with emotion as he spoke to me. Immediately I desire nothing more in the world than to wrap my arms around him to keep him safe from my terrible past. "Wh-... What are you..?" I stare up at the beautiful man, taking in the monument of his wings, feathers the color of coal. They were so dark they appeared as shadows. Yet under the sunlight, orange-red glares beamed over them. It gave off the impression that they held fire inside, perhaps even hot to the touch. His full pink lips turned up in a half smile. "I am all that you need Rosemaire. I have and will protect you, always." My head spinning in confusion, I can't help but to stare into those mesmerizing blue eyes. So much truth stands proudly in them, so much meaning. "Are you like.. My guardian angel or something?" He chuckles, the sound of it ringing like church bells on a dark rainy morning. "I suppose that would be a good way to look at it." He lifts his hand to my cheek, stopping only an inch away, as if he were afraid to touch me. I hold myself back from reaching for his hand, leading it to my skin to trail over my wounded soul. Something about him pulled me in with such intensity I could hardly breathe.
The Temptress
