Dark Muse

Chapter 13 Dark Angel

Chapter thirteen

Dark Angel

I watch him sleep.

He isn’t peaceful, even in rest. His hands twitch, tracing an unsung melody against the sheets.

I hum a new song for him. The first in years that carries hope.

The twitching slows. Then stops.

His head tilts toward my voice. I back away at his whispered, “Angel.”

I move to the next bedroom. The other man lies there, sleeping deeply.

I consider him.

She is fond of him. He takes care of her conduit. For now, that is enough.