Chapter two: A Half Truth

Alexa

I awoke to the sound of someone stumbling around in the kitchen. My hand closed around my dagger and I sat up, pushing my red locks from my face, my eyes narrowed in suspicion. That was when I realized that Logan was not in bed and I sighed, tucking the dagger away.

I climbed from bed and stretched, shuffling into the kitchen to greet my boyfriend. "Hey," I said, kissing his cheek as I scooted past, toward the coffee pot.

"Morning," Logan said shortly.

I frowned as I watched the coffee slowly drip. "What's wrong with you?" I asked over my shoulder.

"Damn it, Alexa," Logan snapped, slamming his hand down on the table. "Your boots,"

I stiffened and turned slowly to look at him. "What about them?" I asked, telling myself not to overreact. He might not have been talking about the fact that they were a little wet from me using them last night.

"Where were you last night?" he asked, crushing any hope I had.

I shrugged and turned away from him, willing the coffee to brew faster. "Nowhere," I lied, hating the way I sounded guilty. "Nowhere important," I amended.

Logan came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle, resting his chin on the top of my head. "Alexa," he groaned, burying his nose in my hair. "You can trust me," he said.

I turned into him, wrapping my own arms around his middle. "I know that," I said.

"So why won't you tell me where you've been going?" Logan sighed, darkness creeping into his eyes around the edges.

I stretched up on my toes and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Because it's not important," I said, pushing his dark brown hair out of his face. "If it was, I'd tell you. You have nothing to worry about,"

"Alexa, is there…someone else?" He looked absolutely heartbroken by that prospect.

I dropped my arms and stepped back, shaking my head. "How could you even ask me that? Of course there isn't anyone else. I love you, Logan." I said firmly, horrified that he had come to that conclusion.

Logan reached for me and pulled me to his chest. "I love you too angel, and that's why I worry."

"You don't need to worry about me. I'm a big girl," I said, pressing my nose against his shirt.

"Angel, I just want to know that you're alright. Are you in some kind of trouble?" Logan asked, rubbing my back.

"No, I just…go out sometimes, you know, to fly." I said, hoping that he would understand and not ask any more questions.

Logan grunted and reached around me for two coffee mugs. "Fly?" he asked.

I smiled. "You know, without a plane." I said, grabbing his chin and kissing him quickly.

"Smart ass," he muttered, rolling his eyes, but it seemed that I had dodged the bullet.

I hated lying to him, but I couldn't tell him the truth either. I would just have to be more careful and tell him half-truths when I could. I took one of the mugs he handed me and sipped the scalding liquid. "What's up for today?" I questioned, rubbing a hand over my face.

Logan's face broke out into a grin. "Rachel is coming home," he said.

I perked up immediately. "I'll bet Lance is thrilled,"

"Ecstatic," he told me.

I nodded. "She's been gone for a year,"

"She's visited," Logan shrugged.

"But this is different. She's coming home for good this time. And she's got her own set of wings." I pointed out, setting my mug down.

"A lot of good that seems to do us," Logan muttered.

I shot him a sharp look. "What do you mean?" I demanded.

"Nothing, it's just…when you got your wings, it seemed to make things worse." Logan sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

"That's not completely true," I protested.

"No? Teleporting can kill you so you have to stay here in an apartment—"

"With the man I love," I interjected.

"It seemed to bring forth a faction of angel-demons hell-bent on destroying the angels, which includes my brother, his girlfriend, my friend, and my girlfriend." Logan sighed.

"Don't even worry about them," I said, waving my hand dismissively, even though my muscles clenched and my blood boiled at the simple mention of the tainted Angels.

"Why shouldn't I? they were the ones who kidnapped me and Lance and wanted to use you for their own nefarious plans," Logan muttered.

"Nefarious?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow at him, a smile pulling my lips upward. "It's so sexy when you talk like that," I said, running my hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders.

Logan grabbed my wrists and kissed both of them. "Go get in the shower, angel. Rachel will arrive soon and Lance wants to meet her at the park. Neutral ground I suppose. He thought you would fight him tooth and nail if he tried to meet with her at his place,"

I made a face. "The park is good," I said, glancing around. "It's kind of mess here anyway,"

"Maybe you should clean it up," Logan said with a grin.

"In your dreams," I said, slipping away from him. "I'm not a maid,"

"Shower," Logan told me, pointing toward the bathroom.

I stuck my tongue out at him and shrieked a laugh as he growled playfully at me. I jumped in the shower and scrubbed myself pink and clean. I was super excited for Rachel to be coming home, but I doubted my own excitement matched even half of Lance's. He'd been talking of nothing else for weeks.

I hoped they made it.

I stepped from the shower with a puff of steam and wrapped a towel around myself. I turned and stared into the mirror, wincing at what I saw. I pushed my wet hair back off my too pale face. When had I become so pale? I mean, I had never been incredibly tan, but I was borderline vampire here.

I leaned against the sink and looked at my bright green eyes. I only saw the darkness thee, hiding in the background, awaiting the time when I would let it take over again.

I bared my fangs and started at how angry I looked. I turned my eyes away from the mirror and yanked my clothes on, dumping the towel in the hamper.

I did the makeup thing and even blow dried my hair for the occasion. I stepped out into the bedroom and found Logan, searching through the closet for something to wear. "Here," I said, grabbing a plain black t-shirt. "Wear that,"

"Why?" he asked.

"Because it's sexy," I told him as he yanked it over his head. It really accentuated his muscles which, I might add, are flawless.

"You look nice," Logan said, catching me as I tried to skirt past. "Beautiful,"

I looked down at myself. I was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a purple V-neck sweater. "Flattery will get you nowhere." I said, hiking my fingers in his belt loops. "Or is it everywhere?" I asked.

Logan chuckled and brushed his fingers along my jaw, kissing the tip of my nose. "I think that's for you to decide, angel." He said.

My stomach rumbled and we both paused to listen to it. "What's for breakfast?" I asked.

"Whatever you want, angel," Logan said with ease.

"Hm, chocolate cake sounds good," I said, putting a thoughtful expression on my face.

Logan grinned. "That's not currently available. Do eggs sound okay?" he wondered.

"Scrambled, please." I said as he slid from the room. I tore a brush through my hair and bullied my hair into a high pony tail, glancing at myself in the mirror, to make sure I didn't look like a preppy cheerleader and headed to the kitchen where Logan was cooking for me.

I sat at the table and rested my head in my hands. "Tired?" Logan wondered.

"Hm?" I asked, looking up. "Not really," I said.

"Perhaps you shouldn't stay out flying so late." He said.

I watched Logan turn back to the stove and felt a chill run down my spine. Did he know that I wasn't really going out to fly? I stared at him back and frowned deeper. Why wasn't he calling me on it? I rubbed a hand over my jaw.

"Perhaps," I muttered.

Logan turned and set a plate of eggs in front of me, sitting across from me with his own. "Do you just fly?" he asked casually.

I shrugged, trying to keep my heart from thundering in my chest. "Mostly," I said. "I think the city looks really cool at night when everyone is asleep. It's so different."

"Everyone is asleep because it's nighttime, angel." Logan said with a smile.

"I know," I nodded.

"I wish I could come with you." Logan told me.

I reached across the table and touched his cheek. "It's kind of my thinking time." I said.

"So you don't want me there?" he asked, feigning hurt.

"I would love it if you could come," I said with a crooked smile.

"Maybe you can invite Lance along sometime and you can talk. It seems like he hasn't been around much lately." Logan said, twirling his fork around his fingers.

"Can you blame him?" I asked. "He's probably freaking out that Rachel is coming home. What if she doesn't like him anymore?"

"Touché," Logan nodded, his lips curling up into a smile.

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Princess97- Like I said, I hope to make this one a lot darker than the previous two and that mostly means Alexa. She's different. Dying once, then almost dying again at the hands of angels who are working wityh the demons will do that to a girl.