Shackled (The Lord Series)

Chapter 80

Shackled (The Lord Series)

80. Angel

I wake up in an unfamiliar plane, lying on a hard, cold stone floor. A man built like a freaking grizzly

bear hovers over me, and I quickly move away from him. He straightens his back, but other than that,

he is still, I stand up slowly, not wanting to provoke him. His arms look like those of Hulk, and no doubt

he can rip me in two in a second.

The dim light cast shadows around us, but it is impossible not to notice his harsh face. He looks angry

and ready to harm me. An ugly scar is splitting in two the number 919 he has tattooed on his left cheek.

He is quiet as I study him, my eyes traveling down his body until it reaches his pain, and my gaze

snaps back at his face. Definitely a shower, not a grower. If he were to rape me, it would be very, very

painful. And all the piercings he has don’t look…as appealing as those of my mates. It’s funny how now

I consider Reyes, Alekos, and Stefan as mine when I fought so hard against them. Them not wanting

me anymore made me realize what I lost. And they are already looking for another woman.

have to stop thinking of them. At least until I am out of this mess.

Then grins, making him look like the Cheshire Cat. A very big, menacing Cheshire Cat. But what really

captures my attention is the color of his eyes. I would recognize them anywhere. Despite his…rough

appearance, his eyes are still kind. But there is hate and agony in them as well.

I get closer to him. “Prince Charming?” I ask as I try to touch the scar on his face with the tips of my

fingers-a scar that I gave him when I tried to free him ten years ago. At twelve years old, I thought I

knew everything and opening handcuffs with a knife was possible until the blade slipped, missing his

eye by a miracle.

Hej back before my hand can reach him. “Unless you have a death wish, don’t touch me,” he says

harshly. “The last person to do so died.”

So, he can

His voice is more…gruff than I expected. “You killed someone because they touched you?” If he

doesn’t want to be touched, that’s fine, but no need to go to such

“Basically, she was shoved into my arms, but yes, that’s what happened. My angel hates when

someone touches me, and he goes insane, taking over my body.”

“You are a Duke.” Even if I try, I can’t hide my disappointment. Not because he is a Duke but because

he is such a cold blooded murder. Will I be his next victim?

“Not by choice but by force. That’s why my angel is so unstable because he was forced to use me as a

vessel. And now we are stuck together, hating each other.”

From what I learned from Alekos and Reyes, the demon or the angel is the one that chooses the man

that is most compatible with his mate, and they are usually in harmony with one another. Who has so

much power to pee an Outcast to pick up a man as a vessel?

“I am sure you and your angel can find a middle ground and make things work. And in the meantime,

can’t you, I don’t know, not kill?”

“Why didn’t I think of that before?” henorts. “It would make my life so much easier.”

He looks at me like I am stu pid. “Why d

I rub my temples because I still feel sick, and I am still battling my hangover. And my clothes are

drenched in sweat and sticking to my body like a second skin. “No need to be so sarcastic. And could

you, please, put some clothes on?”

He starts doing push-ups. “I would if I had any. It’s not like I like running around here butt naked.”

I sit on the bed. There is no need to ask where I am as it is clear I am in the facility. Now, I only need to

figure out how to get out of this cell, find Fire Fly, and escape. I stick my hand in my pocket to take out This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

my smartwatch, but it is not there, and I end up cursing out loud.

He continues his exercise routine while scoffing at me. “Never thought a young lady like you would use

such language.”

Ah, shove it! I want to scream at him, but I refrain myself. Instead, I look around for my smartwatch.

The cell is small, and except for the bed, there is no other furniture. And my smartwatch in nowhere to

be seen.

He stops doing push-ups. “What are you doing?”

“Looking for my smartwatch, I am sure I had it in my pocket when I was brought here.”

His brow furrows. “Your what?”

“Smartwatch.” He is still confused. I stop in the middle of the cell and stare

re at him. “Don’t tell me you don’t know what a smartwatch is

80. Angel

have been here for a long time, sono, I have no clue what smartwatches are.”

It back on the bed. “What is your name?”

He taps his left check with his indes finger: “910.”

His eyes natin as he is thinking. I don’t remember:”

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