The Guardian Angel: Oblivion Part 8

"Us mixing romantically with guardian angels."

Oh. That law.

"Granted, the council didn't make that law originally, but they still uphold it because it makes sense and they're conditioned to it."

I sank into my chair with a loud exhale. To be honest, I'd heard so much random stuff about our way of life I wasn't sure what was what anymore. It changed every week-I'm allowed to do this. I'm not allowed to do that...it's too much and I can't keep up.

I jumped as the distinct sound of Eli clearing his throat next to me pulled me from my thoughts. I looked up at him and his eyes were only on Hunter. Hunter exhaled in response to Eli's silent question and rose to his feet.

"I suppose I can switch with you. Consider it my compensation for not killing me when you had the chance."

I smirked at Hunter's comment, but Eli didn't.

"If I had it my way, you'd be dead."

"Eli," I growled under my breath.

"It's all right, Ruby," Hunter responded, slipping past me. Before he left, he leaned down, bringing his mouth by my ear. "I guess I'll thank you for saving my life later, when Mr. Feisty Pants isn't around."

I slapped my hand over my face, dragging it over my eyes, nose, and finally the subtle rises and dips of my lips before I let it fall into my lap. Kill me. Now.

Eli's body was taut and rigid as Hunter stepped past him with a smile. Eli dropped into the seat next to me, refusing to get comfortable. Before I spoke to him, I peered around the corner of my seat at Mr. Aleksandrov. My curious stare is met with one of his purple irises. And in that single open eye, he sent me the clearest warning I'd ever seen. He needed to relax. I wasn't going to make out with Eli here in front of everybody. We had some control over our urges. I turned back to Eli but he didn't even look at me. I watched him as his jaw clenched and his fingers gripped the seat.

"You let him get to you," I whispered, s.h.i.+fting my body to face him.

He snapped his head in my direction, his eyes flaring. "You let him get to me."

"Me?"What the h.e.l.l did I do?

"Yes, you're an enabler. You encourage him with your smiles."

"He was being nice. I was appreciating the gesture." Eli still hadn't looked at me, so I allowed myself one little touch of the back of his hand. "Don't let this come between us. It's not worth it and we already have the world working against us."

Eli sighed and I watched his frustration melt away. "You're right. Sorry. It's this whole thing-the council, Faith, Hunter-"

"It's okay. You don't have to explain anything to me. I understand."

He rested his head against the headrest. "You do?"

"Sure, you're stressed and tired. It makes you moody and it's okay."

He watched my fingers gently stroke the back of his hand. "I guess you don't feel much better than I do."

I shrugged, still neglecting to tell him I'd hardly slept since Lucian invaded the school. "I'm doing all right...right now I feel a little anxious."

"Because of the flight?"

I shook my head. "Because I want to touch you more than this...and I can't."

The corners of his lips twitched as he fought a smile. "I love you," he muttered, low enough for only me to hear. "So even a touch this small satisfies me."

My heart swelled in my chest and now I was the one smiling. "Are you always so sweet?"

"For you? Always."

We both laughed and Eli glanced over my shoulder. His smile faded and he turned his attention from me to out the window. I glanced over my shoulder to see Faith glaring at us. Subtly, I retracted my hand from Eli's wrist and straightened myself in my seat.

"She's going to be one big pain in the a.s.s while we're there, isn't she?" I murmured and he laughed once under his breath without looking in my direction.

"Big time."

I s.h.i.+fted in my seat, preparing myself for a nap. If I wasn't allowed to touch or talk to Eli, then all I had left was sleep. The last thing I wanted was to fall asleep in front of everyone, afraid I'd have a nightmare, but since I was beside Eli, maybe he'd make me feel safe. I closed my eyes and not a second later, I fell asleep.

Chapter Five.

His ice cold grip cuts off my circulation and his cool breath blows icily over my face. My chest burns due to lack of oxygen and my fingernails ache from desperately clawing at his arm. No matter what I try...no matter how hard I kick and thrash and gasp for air, Lucian won't let me go.

"Ruby?" Eli's voice echoes through the darkness.

I choke out a help and Lucian's steel grip tightens.

"Ruby?"

I jolted with a gasp and strong arms seized mine, keeping me in place.

"Ruby?" Eli's husky, concerned voice filtered in through my ears and my blurry vision began to clear.

His was the first face I saw. His brows were furrowed in a worried frown and his eyes were hard and stern. Then I recognized everyone else. They all watched me, concerned with the way I was acting. I knew I shouldn't have fallen asleep and I guess having Eli beside me didn't help soothe me, either. Faith and Tate were the only ones who looked at me like I was an idiot...and maybe I was. I mean, nightmares? Really? What am I, twelve?

"Awkward..." I mumbled. "You'd think no one here has had a nightmare before."

Hunter snickered, earning a glare from Eli.

"Are you all right?" he asked, when he looked back to me. "You were gasping for air..."

I noticed Eli was in my personal s.p.a.ce, practically leaning his whole body onto me, but n.o.body else seemed to bat an eyelid at his position and I had to be careful not to seem affected by his close proximity.

"I'm fine." I emphasized the words.

"Hunter told Eli to wake you up..." Mila wondered aloud. "It was almost like he knew you were going to freak out."

"I saw her s.h.i.+fting in her seat." He shrugged. "I figured she'd want to be woken up, and besides, we've landed, anyway."

It was then I realized the plane had stopped and the quiet hum of the engine had disappeared.

"We're here?" A new wave of fear washed over me. What was the city going to look like? Was the council mean? Was I going to make it out of here alive? Questions formed in my head by the dozen and I had no answers. I was going in blind and I could only hope everything would turn out okay.

Straight from the plane, we were ushered into a dull white room. Only four people maximum could fit in each room, so we were split up and thankfully, I was put with Eli, Hunter and Lyric, which did anything but ease my tension.

"I don't suppose either of you know why we're sitting in a tiny, empty room?" Hunter asked Lyric.

Next to me, Lyric s.h.i.+fted on the bench, dropping the foot he rested on it to the floor. "Your guess is as good as mine, pal."

Hunter and Eli sat across from Lyric and I. The room was so small, our knees almost touched. It was funny seeing Eli and Hunter so close together. Both had their arms folded over their chests and both had very obvious 'less-than-pleased' looks on their faces. I choked on a laugh and shot my hand up to cover my mouth.

"I guess this would be pretty amusing to you." Hunter deadpanned as he shook his head at me.

"What? It's kind of funny."

Lyric chuckled his agreement as the door jarred and eventually opened. Whatever I found funny about this situation was sucked out the open door and was replaced with legitimate fear. Why were we being treated like prisoners?

"Treat all of your guests this way?"

I kicked Hunter in the s.h.i.+n and he responded with a flinch, mouthing the word 'what?' with his lips. I didn't want this to be any harder than it has to be.

"We don't usually have guests, so yes, we treat all of our guests this way," the tall man responded. He was an elite guard, I could tell by his uniform. Although it was exactly like Lyric's and Eli's, it was white, tight, and miraculously clean. He turned his jade eyes on me and I stared back. I didn't want him to know that I was intimidated by his strong jaw and intense face.

"We all have rules to follow here." He looked at Eli. "And we make sure people follow them."

I guessed everyone knew who we were...and what we'd done over the past few years. This trip was going to be oh so fun. Not.

The elite guard checked over his clipboard, flipping pages and scribbling notes. "The other half of your group is in the city waiting for you to join them-"

I jumped to my feet, ready to go.

"They've all pa.s.sed their examinations." A coy smile curled his lips. "And since you so nicely volunteered, you're up first."

I heard Eli s.h.i.+ft in his seat, inching closer to me and I inwardly cringed. This was definitely not the time to have him hit protective mode. I began to stutter, taking a tiny step back.

"What kind of examinations?" Lyric asked, rising to his feet as I sheepishly slipped back to my seat.

"We pat you down, take your clothes, and examine the fabric for any dangerous items that can be used to cause harm to our officials."

"You want us to get naked?" Hunter clarified and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Don't you have a metal detector thing-o or any other method that doesn't require us to take off our clothes?" I wondered aloud.

"No."Oh.

"I'll go first," Lyric volunteered, stepping toward the guy. "While I'm gone, you three should decide who's going next. The sooner we get out of here, the better."

And just like that Lyric was gone and the door was sealed shut again.

"I'll go next." Hunter sighed and those three words were the only ones said until the man came back and took Hunter, leaving only Eli and I in the room.

"I don't want to do it," I muttered, sliding forward on my seat.

"I know, but it's necessary."

And it was. I wasn't getting into the city without getting naked, and if I didn't get naked, they'd think I was hiding something.

"It'll be quick, I'm sure of it," he added for extra comfort. It didn't really do much.

Shortly after it was my turn and Eli was right, it was quick. The examiners didn't make me feel dirty as two sets of gloved hands ran over my bare skin, and when they put my clothes into a small microwave-looking machine, they didn't watch me standing naked in the corner, instead, they watched the three minutes count down without a glance over their shoulder. When they handed me my clothes back and I slipped into them, I could finally breathe again.

I hoped I was blowing this whole trip out of proportion, just like the examination, and I hoped the next few days went as easy as that examination did. When I leave here, I want to feel like I stressed over nothing.

Chapter Six.

I lay in bed, tapping my fingers on my arm, waiting for my alarm to sound off. After the examination yesterday, we were shown to our rooms and forced to stay. On the way there, I tried hard not to gape at the beautiful stonework on all of the buildings. They were tall and wide, and made of a smooth, tan stone I had no knowledge of. Whatever it was, I wanted my house to be made from it.

The city wasn't big and the set up was simple. As we stepped through the large stone gates and into the city, we were greeted by a lavish garden. The garden was in the center of the entire city-like Central Zoo-only without the animals. Directly in front of the entrance and the garden was the court house. It was intimidating and it loomed over us, casting a shadow on everything. Surrounding the garden were large hotel-like buildings. One was for G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses, and the one across from it was for guardian angels. The council's city did not give off a homey vibe and the stiff atmosphere was strong. This place wasn't meant for long term visitors and I couldn't wait to get out of here.

Beep! Beep!

I kicked off my blankets and rolled off the bed. My head was foggy, having only slept for three hours. I was too consumed in thoughts of the first hearing today. Thankfully, it was Hunter who had to go first, but that still didn't ease my trepidation and I felt bad for him. He'd been locked in an underground cell for a while now and the last thing he should do is defend himself in front of a bunch of judgmental councilmen.

I threw off my sweatpants and slipped into a nice black pencil skirt. It felt weird dressing so formal...I couldn't remember the last time I had. I threw on a nice light pink blouse and brushed my hair, deciding to wear it down. When I was finished, I almost didn't recognize myself. I felt so...normal. Funny, given the circ.u.mstances.

Inhale. Exhale, I told myself.

I reminded myself how to breathe a lot lately. If I didn't, I was sure I'd stop and pa.s.s out. The nerves were definitely eating at me today. I could feel them, swirling in nauseating rhythms, threatening to turn up last night's meal of lamb and steamed vegetables.

A knock on the door suddenly jolted me back to attention and all thoughts of vomiting disappeared. I turned from my distressed appearance in the mirror. I wonder if I'm the only one so stressed out?

I opened the door and was met by Eli's handsome face. He didn't look tired-not like I was certain I did, anyway. His eyes were alert, his skin fresh and clean, and his hair was slightly damp from a recent shower. Of course he looked good. He always did.

"Morning," he smiled. "How'd you sleep?"

"How'd I sleep?" I s.h.i.+fted my weight onto my left leg and he slipped past me and into the room. I shut the door and leaned against it, facing him. "Look at the size of the rings under my eyes. I look-"

"Beautiful," he cut in. "As always."

I smiled, despite my urge to lean in his face and make a show of my dark circles. "You're sweet. As always."