Jude; The Fallen (The Fallen Series, Book 2)

Jude; The Fallen (The Fallen Series, Book 2) by Tara S. Wood, Lorecia Goings Read Free Book Online

Book: Jude; The Fallen (The Fallen Series, Book 2) by Tara S. Wood, Lorecia Goings Read Free Book Online
Authors: Tara S. Wood, Lorecia Goings
lighting, a large, heavily decorated Egyptian death mask stared back at her, its inscrutable expression seeming to mock her. The gold and semi-precious stones gleamed with comforting warmth. She placed a loving hand on the glass. “I swear, Ahkenaten, you're the perfect man. You're rich. You're gorgeous.” She laid her forehead on the glass and stared into its depths. “And you can't give me any lip.”

    Jude stood outside the door to the pool house, fist poised to knock on the door. It came as a surprise that he found himself here, preparing to seek comfort from the last person on his radar. He could easily have gone to Lucius or The Wonder Twins, but somehow he didn’t think they would be able to help with his current predicament. Lucius had found the love of his life, and he and Persephone couldn’t be happier. As for Mordecai and Elijah, they were closer than ever after what happened with Veronica and their confrontation with Lucifer. Any woman would be hard-pressed to come between them. He paused, but before he thought better of it, he knocked.
    Domniel’s reply was gruff. “What?”
    “It’s Jude. Can I come in?”
    The door opened with a forceful whoosh of air, the action so fast it ruffled the grown-out locks that settled around the blind angel’s face. Domniel looked like he felt. Like shit.
    Domniel stepped aside and pulled the door open, allowing entry. Jude walked in a few steps, brushed his hand over the back of his head with a nervous swipe, and looked around. He didn’t know what he expected Domniel’s inner sanctuary to look like, but this wasn’t it. It was clean and spartan, much like the room he had kept at the old place. From the erratic way his blind brother had been acting, he expected to see the turmoil in his soul reflected in his housekeeping. Not so.
    Domniel crossed the floor and flopped down on the sofa with a surprising lack of grace. His movements were usually so careful and sure. “What do you want?”
    Jude sat down in the opposite chair. “I don’t know, I just thought we could talk about some things. We don’t do that anymore. Haven’t for a while, and I thought-”
    “The redhead piss you off again?” Domniel interrupted, leaning back to cross his arms behind his head.
    Jude laid his head back and stared at the ceiling, painted a bright blue with large puffy clouds. The effect was oddly pleasing. “It’s a two-way street.”
    “Fuck her.”
    Jude snorted. “I thought we covered that.”
    Domniel shook his head, a soft chuckle spilling from his lips before his face hardened. “No, not ‘fuck her’. Fuck. Her. Forget the bitch. You don’t need her.”
    Jude’s chest clenched at his brother’s coldness. The cavalier attitude he was used to had morphed into something darker, more callous. “It’s not that easy, Dom. I don’t know what this is with me and Cori. It’s--shit, I don’t know. It’s like there’s something there. Or something could be there-”
    His words cut off as Domniel shot forward, pinning him with what he knew was an icy glare behind the dark sunglasses. “Let’s get this straight right now. I don’t care. I don’t care if you fuck her. I don’t care if you don’t. I don’t care if you sit on the fence all day with your thumb up your ass, hemming and hawing about whether or not you want to fuck her. I don’t care.” He stood up and clenched his hands into fists at his side. “I. Don’t. Fucking. Care. So do me a favor and take your whining, pansy ass back to Lucius. Bond over tea and cupcakes or something. Just get the fuck out and leave me alone.”
    Jude stared at him, open-mouthed, unable to process his brother’s rant. His jaw snapped shut and he stood, spine straight. “Yeah,” he managed. “I’ll get out of your hair. Sorry to bother you.”
    Domniel said nothing and glared after him as he made his way to the door. As he closed it behind him, an overwhelming sense of sadness washed over him. Darkness was eating at his

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