The Last Akon (The Noru Series, Book 2)By: Lola StVil
This book is dedicated to the AR’s, (Advance Readers). You guys argue with me, send me threatening emails, and hire snipers to shoot at me. In short-you keep me writing for my life and I am better for it. Thank you for the continuous support.
This book is also dedicated to the Tics (addicted readers).
You bribe me to write faster with bacon and candy; that’s how I know you love me. I hope it was worth the wait.
Quick Reference Guide:
Akon - Highest-ranking demon (Currently only one remains)
Guardians - Most powerful angels
Noru - Children of the Guardians
Para - High ranking Angel (second however to the Noru)
Port - A Frisbee like device that transports from one place to the next
Diana Mason (AKA Ruin)
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone…
—Edgar Allan Poe
You ever kissed a guy so he’ll shut the hell up? Well, that’s the only reason my tongue is venturing down Kill’s throat right now. But as soon as our lips part, he’s back to talking about his favorite pastime—Silver.
“Next time I’m in battle with that asshole, I’m gonna take him apart,” the super demon vows.
“Really, what did you ever see in that piece of crap?” he asks.
“You wanna have sex or you wanna talk?” I ask rudely.
“What’s your damn problem?” he snaps.
“I didn’t come here to talk about Silver. You wanna take him out in battle then do that and stop bitching about it.”
“Why are you being such a—”
“Do you really want to finish that sentence?” I warn him.
“Fine. No more talk about Silver,” he replies.
“Whatever, I’m taking off,” I say as I put my jacket on and head for the door.
“Who said you could leave?” the leader asks.
“Kill, on the battlefield, I do what you say. This isn’t the battlefield. And you’re just some demon I pass the time with. Try and remember that.”
“You know, you have a real attitude problem.”
“Blow me,” I reply as I slam the door shut behind me.
I head down the hallway of the crappy hotel and out onto the street. The reason for my foul mood isn’t just because of Kill. Ever since the night at the cabin with Silver, I’ve been pissed at just about everyone. And who is at the top of my list?
How could I do something so stupid? How could I start to care for someone? Had I not learned from the last time? What the hell was I thinking? I let Silver slither his way into my head. And now he’s my only thought.
I’m in love with him. In other words, I’m sick. That’s exactly what it means to be in love.
Love is the disease of the weak. I don’t know how I contracted it but I did, and now I’m acting like a clueless human girl.
Even if love weren’t a sickness Omnis invented, things between Silver and me wouldn’t work. Silver has a girl. And I mean, a girl. Her name is Pryor. She’s like twelve years old or something. She’s short, has red hair, and an attitude so positive, you want to drive a dull butter knife though her skull and twist.
Silver’s thoughts are never far away from Pryor. We’d be in the midst of the most intimate acts, and I knew the redhead was on his mind. I can’t tell you the number of times I thought of taking a hatchet to that girl.
Out of Reach
I’m not going to help Rage. He’s a demon who switched sides. I have no obligation to him at all. I should be flying back to my team.
So why am I just standing here? Because he would be livid to know I didn’t help his father. But then again, so what? I don’t owe Silver shit. I don’t care that he would be angry with me.
Then against my better judgment, I flash back to a rare moment I had with Rage’s son.
We both did something we had never done before—talked about our past. It felt foreign and weird, but ultimately it didn’t completely suck…