Wild goose chase.
Revon POV I don't know how many days i've been here, trapped in darkness, everything ache's my knees the most from kneeling on the cold concrete. The only improvement is, that Nael has left me a bucket of water to drink from like a dog, but he hasn't feed me, as an Angel I technically don't need to eat to survive or drink, but it's a comfort habit I've grown to need from living so long as a human. My stomach feels empty and hollow, I've drank enough water to fill it and yet it relieves none of my discomfort. A few times a day Nael comes down to visit me, to try to convince me to choose him, he offers food and bedding for a kiss, but the idea turns my stomach. Yesterday he'd grown so impatient of my rejections he'd begun to pull feathers from my wings, the loss of them throbbed. Today
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