The Archangel of New Dam: Episode 3

The Archangel of New Dam: Episode 3

The Archangel of New Dam: Episode 3


Laila’s newfound boldness dissolved quickly as she walked over to the Archangel, who was still looking at her, making her nerves sky-rocket. She tried to look as carelessly as she wanted to seem and continued her quest.

When she arrived, she finally looked him straight in the eye. 

Now that she was there, he’d turned his attention onto a person in front of him, who’d been talking to him the entire time.

The bastard was infuriating.

She cleared her throat loudly. “Excuse me?” 

The Archangel turned around as if he was interrupted during the most important conversation of his entire life and raised an eyebrow at her. “Yes?”

The person in front him, an angel, eyed her in question, too.

“Well, I couldn’t help but notice that you were watching me—so I thought, why not make it easy for you and come over, see if there’s anything I can help you with.” She wouldn’t let the Archangel dismiss her that easily. He was clearly playing a game.

But instead of getting annoyed, his lips slowly curved into a smile as he looked at her. 

“My lord is certainly not in need of any help.” 

“You’re dismissed, Fredo.” The Archangel interjected.

The angel in front of him nodded once and took off with a frustrated glance in her direction.

“Does everyone call you ‘my lord’?” Laila asked him because she found it ridiculous.

He shook his head. “He insists.” 

“Please stop looking my way.” She blurted.

The Archangel’s eyes bore into hers. “Who says I was looking at you?”


He looked past her and rubbed his chin in thought. “Alright. What if I was?”

“Stop doing it.” 

“You can’t order me around.”

“You can’t look at me,” Laila exclaimed in frustration.

He smiled. “Watch me.”


The Archangel regarded her for a moment. “Why is it that I can’t look at you?”

Laila cocked her head. “I’m in a relationship. It’s rude.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What do you think I want from you?”

“I have no clue what you want.”

“Exactly.” He dipped his chin.

“What do you want, then?”


Dominic wanted to take her home—leaving this wretched party behind—and then put a ring on her finger. She wasn’t wearing one now, which meant that the only one she’d ever wear would be his. He was sure of it, although she probably still needed a lot of convincing.

“Can’t I just admire a woman because she looks good?” Or as far as he was concerned because she was the most beautiful creature to have ever exist?

Color crept up her cheeks. It seemed his straight-forward, sharp-tongued angel wasn’t totally immune to his advances.

“I’m in a relationship.” She said again.

Dominic smiled at her. “So you keep saying.”

He inspected her for a moment. Laila Cuprum was biting her lip, pulling a hand through that gorgeous hair of hers, radiating a sense of… tiredness. He didn’t want to be the reason for her despair—he didn’t want her to feel despair, ever.

“Tell me about your research,” he suddenly said.

She looked up, brows puckered. “Why?”

“Because I’m interested.”

“You’re interested in my research?” She asked, her eyebrows raising sarcastically. “Really?

He put a hand in his pocket. “I’ve been searching for a good cause to put some money towards. Your research qualifies.”

It wasn’t a lie. Dominic had already decided to put some—well, a lot of money towards it. But it would be better to hear something about it from her first. Maybe he could do more than just reach inside his pockets—perhaps, he could truly make a difference for her.

Her intelligence made his short-lived obsession with her reach an all-time high while she spoke a little on her magic-sickness research. How to research affected parts of the aging population of New Dam’s wholes.

“I’ll make a donation to your research—no strings attached,” he suddenly said. “But I also have a great idea to create more awareness for the disease and your research throughout the city, that I first have to run past the council. Can I get in contact with you when I know more to discuss a campaign?”

Laila’s mouth dropped open. “Really? You would do that?”

Dominic smiled sincerely. “What can I say? Your research speaks for itself.”

And it did. It truly, truly did. He was amazed and fascinated by the research she had done and was still doing—and wanted to help spread the word and create awareness. It would be good for the city.

But he was also amazed and fascinated by her. And he wanted to keep her close, even more.


“Well, if you’re serious—here’s my information,” Laila said as she offered him one of the business cards she kept in her clutch.

He held her gaze as he put away the card into his jacket. She was smiling at him, she realized—and quickly turned down her eyes.

“What is it?” He asked her, worry lacing his words. 

She looked back up and opened her mouth, only to close it again.

“Just stop looking, alright?” Laila eventually asked.

The worry left the Archangel’s eyes as a slanted smile appeared on his handsome face. “If that’s what you want.”

Laila nodded, but she didn’t feel sure. She looked back up at him. “Have a nice evening, your grace.” And gave him a curt nod. The nod she promised herself not to give.

Before he could say anything else, she turned around to walk away. But because she retreated too quickly, she ended up bumping into an approaching angel that had set her sights on the Archangel behind Laila.

The angel turned to her in dismay and seemed even angrier when she saw who had bumped into her. 

“Sorry,” Laila said and wanted to continue, but the angel grabbed her arm, nails biting into her skin. 

“You should be sorry,” the angel hissed. “You’re already a disgrace, disrespecting us by showing up here, acting like you’re one of us when you’re clearly not. But not bowing to your Archangel is another level of disrespect. You are vermin.”

The words that would have hurt her when she was younger did nothing to her now. She was well and truly past the point of giving a shit about what wholes thought of her—especially the angels.

People started to turn around, most of them wholes—angels—and definitely not siding with her. 

But the angel quickly let go of her, and at first, Laila thought that it was because her stare-down proved effective, but she quickly realized someone stood behind her, and judging by the faces of the angels surrounding her, she had an idea of who it was.


“What’s going on here?” Dominic said as he walked over to Laila’s side and eyed the red marks on Laila’s arm.

When he’d seen the angel grip her, he’d rushed over like it was him being attacked.

Which it was.

“Nothing, Dominic.” The angel said and looked up at him. “Have you—” 

“I wasn’t asking you,” he interrupted and looked Laila straight in the eye. “What’s going on?”

She cleared her throat. “Oh, well, you know—the regular. Angels trying to feel less like shit by taking out their anger on halves.”

The angel beside him gasped. “You should’ve shown the Archangel the respect that an angel of his station deserves, you insolent—” she cut herself off and looked up at the Archangel in despair. “Well, you see the problem now, my lord?”

Dominic looked down on her, and for a couple of seconds, everyone remained silent. “Yeah,” he said. “I see the problem.”

Then he returned to Laila and nodded at her. “Go on. I’ll get in touch with you about the opportunity.” As much as it pained him to send her on her way, he didn’t want to set matters straight in front of her. He had nothing to prove, and this wasn’t for show. He didn’t want her to get damaged in any way.

“But—” the angel said as she lay a hand on his bicep.

Dom turned around swiftly, pulling free and facing the angel in question. He could hear thunder rumbling outside. “Do not say another word, Jezebel,” he bit out at the angel that he’d spend some time with last year. A mistake, if you asked him. She somehow seemed to think she had any liberties when it came to him.


When the Archangel looked back in Laila’s way, he nodded almost imperceptibly. She took that as her cue to get the hell out of the situation.

She heard the commotion behind her and felt several eyes on her throughout the room. Laila kept her gaze straight forward, and she could swear she heard thunder outside as goosebumps formed along her arms.

Laila was glad the Archangel didn’t have the other angel apologize to her. It would’ve been insincere and awkward. Though she was glad she told him—he should know what was going on. But the fact that he didn’t seem offended at her remark hadn’t shocked her. He hadn’t said anything about her “disrespect” up to now. The thing that surprised her was the truth she’d seen in his eyes. He wasn’t mad at her, not one bit, but he’d been furious at the angel for speaking to her the way she did. She had seen it in his eyes when he’d gazed at her upper arm.

Arriving back at Josiah, he’d raised his eyebrows at her.

“What was that about?” Josiah asked, looking worried. 

Laila shrugged. “Same old boring story.”

Josiah clenched his jaw and put a hand in her neck, and kissed her forehead as he looked back angrily into the crowd, from where she’d come.

A minute later, Dana walked over and asked, “How did the talk with the Archangel go?”

“It went fine, I guess. He’ll stop looking,” she said.

“What did he want?”

“He said he wanted to support our research.”

Dana snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“No, really. He’s going to donate and has a plan to get more awareness,” Laila countered, feeling the need to plead his case somehow.

Her friend bit her lip as she tried to hold back a laugh and raised her eyebrows.

Josiah looked from her to Dana and said, “Drop it, Dana.”

“Killjoy,” Dana countered and walked away after winking at me.

She walked off, and Josiah asked me to dance when they put on a slower song. I lay my hand in his and looked back into the crowd of angels. But the Archangel had disappeared, and with him a lot of the other angels, too. Laila had didn’t know how to feel about him and had no idea whether he was serious about his interest in the research.

Whatever the outcome would be, Laila felt conflicted and couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d been too quick to judge his character. He wasn’t at all like she’d thought he would be. Sure, he was freaking hot and likely very intelligent, but he was something else, too. 

And she wondered what it was.

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