FALLEN (Angels and Gargoyles Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

said. “We can warn them.”
    “What if it’s already too late?”
    “Close your eyes,” she said, touching his face lightly. “Think about Stiles.”
    Wyatt moved back from her touch. “I don’t have any pleasant memories of Stiles.”
    “It doesn’t necessarily have to be pleasant,” Dylan said. “It just has to be strong.”
    Wyatt’s eyebrow rose. “That I have.”
    Dylan couldn’t help the smile that touched her lips. “You do realize that punching him isn’t going to get you anywhere, right? He heals faster than you can throw your next punch.”
    “Maybe,” he said. “But it sure felt good at the time.”
    Dylan picked up his hand and ran her fingers over his knuckles. There had been bruises there, but they were gone now. Healed by her touch or by his own, she didn’t know. Not that it mattered much. Just the fact that he had healed was enough knowledge.
    “Close your eyes,” she said again.
    Wyatt sighed, but he did what she told him to do. After a moment, Dylan could feel him letting go. It was such an odd sensation. It wasn’t the floating that she felt, but something different. He was still physically sitting in front of her, but she knew his consciousness had gone in search of Stiles.
    She found herself watching him as he sat there, his body nothing more than a shell now. For the first time since she met him, Dylan was able to study him in a way she had not done before. He was the first man she had ever seen. She had not known there were men in the world. She had assumed that females were the only humans that existed. She lived with girls, her guardians were girls, the Genero council was all girls. So, the first time she saw Wyatt, she thought he was a girl with health problems, someone who had failed to mature as the girls in Genero did. She tried not to stare at him then, tried not to stare later when he explained the difference in their sexes. And then it became something of a habit.
    But now…
    She ran her palm slowly over the curve of his jaw. He had a square jaw, one that seemed to make his face a little too wide, but it fit his features in a way that her own thin, rounded jaw made her features look squished. At least, that’s what she thought the first time she saw her reflection in a mirror. There was hair sprinkled over his, rough against the sensitive skin of her palm. His bottom lip was so full it stuck out a little from his perfectly square teeth. It made her want to touch it, to run her fingertip along the length of it. And his top lip, not to leave it out, was perfectly shaped, a little indention at the top that moved perfectly up to his long, thin nose.
    His face was so perfectly proportioned, he looked like one of the less scary gargoyles, as though he were chiseled out of stone by someone whose goal it was to find beauty, not create fear. His eyes were long and curved slightly, the blue so expressive, especially when he was annoyed with her. And his hair, the way the curls so often fell down onto his forehead, just begged to be touched. She reached up now and tugged at a single curl, wanting to do more but afraid of pulling him out of his travels.
    It was so hard to remember that they were in the center of a war when she looked at him like this. Hard, too, to remember how angry he was with her just a day ago, to remember how much he resented the truths she had shown him.
    A little easier to forget her kiss with Stiles, a kiss that still made her lips tingle when she thought about it.
    She was trying not to think about it.
    She didn’t understand this attraction to another person. She was never taught about relationships between boys and girls because she was never meant to know one. She was meant to live in an all-female society until her death, which, for her, was supposed to come a few weeks ago when it appeared that she had failed to manifest any gifts. If not for Stiles…
    And Wyatt.
    She touched his face again, let her palm cup the curve of his jaw for a long second.