Salvation (The Guardian Angel Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

my eyes off it. In this dress I was no longer the stressed adolescent running away from things that only existed in nightmares. I was a gorgeous goddess, overflowing with grace and confidence. I was going to rock this party.
    Mila and I followed closely behind other elegantly dressed visitors as we headed toward the dining hall. As the moon made its appearance, the air became sweet and calming. The cool breeze pressed my satin dress against my legs and made my hair dance freely against the fabric of my coat. I pulled my coat tighter around me, hoping the dining hall was warmer than outside.
    “The other students would have finished dinner an hour ago,” Mila said.
    “So we’re going to be the only under-twenties?”
    She nodded. “I think so.”
    The thought relaxed me. The last thing I needed were students gawking and gossiping.
    With a matching gold clutch in my hand, Mila and I walked through the huge dining room double doors.
    The party was breathtaking. The ceiling had been charmed to mimic a starry night, the usual rows of wooden tables and chairs were gone, replaced with countless elegant sofas and coffee tables. The sheer beauty of the room took my breath away and the color scheme was perfect—navy and white. I offered a few greetings to a few guardian angels and teachers that I knew. Mila went to greet her uncle and I headed toward the coat room—a spare room that was connected to the main hall. I hung my coat on a hook and smoothed out my gold gown. I turned around and my heart leapt into my throat as our eyes met. He was just as handsome as I remembered, if not more. Eli stood before me dressed to the nines in a stylish, yet simple black suit with a white shirt. My lips separated, I was going to say something, but I couldn’t. Embarrassingly enough, only a breath of air came out. His full lips were set in a straight line, his green eyes watching me, rooting me to the spot and making it hard for me to breathe. Looking at him, I could tell that he was experiencing the same ‘stuck’ feeling I was.
    “How are you?” I asked. I cringed, slightly. That wasn’t what I wanted to say.
    “Good. Thank you.”
    The sound of his voice twisted my stomach into a knot of guilt, sadness, and longing. He adjusted his tie and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black dress pants, clearing his throat. “How are you?”
    I nodded slowly. “Good.”
    Could this possibly get any worse?
    “That’s good.”
    With an awkward, but still so very breathtaking smile, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room. I stared after him. Well, at least it was better than the reunion I imagined—at least he spoke to me.
    When I caught my breath and waited for the cold sweat to disappear from my forehead, I exited the coat room and headed toward the back of the hall to the bar. If I was going to get through this, I needed a drink. Or three.
    I pulled a glass of wine off a tray sitting on top of the bar and I took a small sip as I glanced around the room. Most of the men wore black tuxedos with the occasional oldie wearing a tail coat. More impressive than the gallantly dressed men were the gowns. Reds, blues, and every shade in between weaved their way through the overwhelming sea of black.
    “Ruby?” a deep voice called.
    I turned my attention toward the voice, meeting Mr Aleksandrov’s smiling face and kind eyes. He gestured for me to come over. Nervously, I placed my glass down on the bar and made my way over.
    “This is Miss Ruby Moore,” he said, introducing me to an elderly couple. “Ruby, this is Paula and Frank James. They’re big fans of yours.”
    Paula put her hand on my arm and leant closer to me. I fought the urge to wrinkle my nose at her too-strong perfume.
    “I heard that you’re to thank for all of this.” Her voice was quiet, too quiet. I found myself delving deeper into her scent, trying not to miss a word.
    “Me?”
    “Yes,” Frank interrupted. “You were the one who discovered our ruler