‘Don’t panic,’ Sera attempted to calm me.
By the time the room had stopped shaking, Lucifer and I were on the same piece of flooring, only ten feet from each other, with the portal spinning behind him. He snapped his fingers and I started to be pulled in his direction against my will.
‘Okay, let’s panic,’ Sera agreed.
“No!” Lincoln roared. His wings snapped out, pushing against the black bands that bound his arms, the sound of absolute agony ripping from his voice.
They’re broken! He’s trying to pull out broken wings!
I tried to pull my arms up, to aim Sera at the Devil but I couldn’t move, completely immobilized. It was at that moment that I realized Lucifer had been toying with me before, taunting me, and waiting for me to be trained so he could grab me when he wanted to. He could have easily taken me that first night in the gauntlet, but he let me stay. Let me fall in love with all of these people, train to be a badass killer, and for what?
I pumped my wings, trying to fight against the strong pull of his lure. Shea threw purple spell after purple spell, but they all crashed into his dark shield, breaking up and causing no harm.
“A young girl with black wings will go into the underworld and kill Lucifer, ending the war,” the Dark Prince sneered, and my stomach dropped.
The prophecy.
Did he believe it?
“I can’t very well have that, can I?” he asked.
He was going to kill me.
“Brielle!” Lincoln called out one final time, and I spun my head around to see him.
He jumped.
Bless his heart, he jumped the twenty feet, with broken wings and black bands around his upper arms. My heart lurched in my throat. If I had to watch him plummet to his death, I wouldn’t survive.
He sailed across the cavern, but he wasn’t going to make it. It was short.
Oh God.
With a cry, he wiggled his arm out of the restricting band and at the last second caught the lip of the cavernous surface, barely holding himself up by the fingertips.
I’d reached him now, the Devil, the shit-for-brains asshole who’d ruined my life.
“Lincoln!” I shouted behind me, tears falling down my face. I could no longer see him, didn’t know if he was still hanging on.
Lucifer spun me around, holding me tightly to his body, and placed the tip of his sword at my neck. My arms, my legs, everything was cement. I couldn’t move, could barely even breathe.
“Say goodbye, Brielle,” he taunted as we walked backward, my feet dragging along the top of the wood floors, as I fought my invisible restraints. Sera was pulsing with power but nothing was hurting him.
He was invincible.
This is it. He’s going to kill me. I didn’t want to go out like that, be remembered like that.
I looked right into Lincoln’s eyes as he struggled to climb up over the edge.
“I love you,” I told him, then met Shea’s, Luke’s, and Chloe’s gazes as well. “I love you all.”
In that moment, Lincoln burst up from the cavern with a roar and started running at us full throttle. Only one arm was freed and so he wasn’t able to do anything, not even hold a blade.
“I don’t think so, lover boy,” Lucifer trilled, then pulled the blade hard against my neck.
Pain sliced along my skin as warm blood trickled down my shirt.
Lincoln’s grief-stricken face was the last thing I saw before the portal closed, and everything went black.
Suddenly, a cool hand clamped around my neck, and lights flared to life inside of the dark hell cave.
My legs felt weak, and my head swam with the blood loss… I was totally dying.
But that hand around my neck was colder and colder by the minute, and when I smelled the cinnamon and oil, that distinct smell of demon healer magic I gasped a little. The Dark Prince swam into view, plucking Sera from me, and depositing her in a black charcoal type of box with symbols on it.
‘Brielle!’ She shouted.
I couldn’t answer her, I was trying to figure out how I wasn’t dead.
“Oh, Calm down. I didn’t cut you deep enough to kill you.” Lucifer admonished.
I was lowered to the ground by cool firm hands and came face to face with a nubby horned healer demon. They were stark white, in every aspect, skin, hair and eyes and very very rare. It seemed Lucifer didn’t want to create too many of them.
As that cinnamon smell swirled around me, and the magic worked its way into my neck, I found myself wondering why. Why would he do this? Fake my death?
“Why?” I croaked.
Lucifer grinned, he was devastatingly handsome which sickened me.
Reaching out, he booped my nose with a sharp fingernail. “Better to give them closure little archdemon. You’re never going to see them again.”
Oh God.
‘Brielle! What’s happening?’ Sera begged.
The box he’d put her in had somehow dulled her powers. She couldn’t see or sense things.
‘We’re stuck in hell. Forever. And all my friends think I’m dead.’
Stay tuned for the next installment, Fallen Academy: Year Three, estimated January 1st, 2019 (or before). http://smarturl.it/FallenAcademyThree
Fallen Academy: Year Four (the final installment), estimated February 1st, 2019 (or before).
Acknowledgments
I apologize for the ending, I promise I didn’t mean to torture you, it just happened. Thank you to Amanda Rose for the amazing cover. Big thanks to my beta readers, Steven Smithen, Lela Eder, and Megan Mayes (especially for helping me with the ending lol). Thank you to Hot Tree Editing for the amazing edits and to my wonderful proofreader Stephany Wallace for polishing this baby. A HUGE thank you, as always to my loving and supportive family. The time I spend with my characters is time away from you all and I’m so grateful you understand this passion I have for writing. Lastly, to my ARC team, Leia Stone Wolf Pack and all my readers, thank you for being so loyal and enthusiastic about my books. I heart you all bad. <3