Divinity: Immolation: Book Three (The Divinity Saga) by Susan Reid Page A

inside, I need you to do something before we go.” I finally said, completely changing the subject as I took a few steps away from her and eased her back down the wall to her feet again.
    I headed inside, expecting her to be right behind me but she wasn’t. When I turned to head back outside, my eyes widened.
    “What are you doing?” I quickly darted over to her.
    She was standing at the very edge of the stone platform, facing me—with her back to the nearly 55,000 foot drop down to solid ground…with several protruding cliffs and jagged outcroppings along the way.
    I wasn’t sure what she had in mind and what she meant, let alone why she was so damned insistent about it, but I had a pretty good idea. Maybe a small part of me didn’t fully trust her but I wasn’t paying that part any heed. I love her. Of that, I’ve never been more certain. Surely, she has to know that.
    Would she really go this far to prove her trustworthiness to me? She didn’t have to go to this extreme.
    Her sudden backwards, yet extremely graceful swan-dive over the lip of the ledge had proven me wrong. She immediately began to plummet, back first, down the mountainside. Her black cloak flapped all around the shape of her small frame like crazy bat wings, creating a disturbance in the cloud cover that parted and wisped apart once she quickly disappeared through it.
    So, she wanted to play the trust game, huh? I smiled to myself, crossing my arms over my chest while calculating the distance, velocity, and time that it would take for her to just barely come close to hitting the ground. This wasn’t a building, this was a mountain—there were no straight lined sides. I pushed out a bit of magick to create a cushion of air and space between her and all the solid, jagged, and deadly obstacles that I knew were part of this mountainside.
    In the meantime, my mind wandered to the words that Elohim had revealed to me in the book. It made sense but what was it ref erring to? It was like a riddle.
    ‘And it will come to pass, before the two worlds divulge, darkness begins to spread its arrogant disease. A weapon will be formed from the life of its master, which shall become the sole source of his absolute destruction.’
    I think I had a pretty good idea of its interpretation but I wasn’t sure. I suppose that’s why I’ll have to retrieve the rest of it, which should be an interesting venture.
    I wondered why he saw the need to keep this text hidden and who he had implored to write it. Why had he allowed Morning Star to claim a portion of it? And was it a coincidence that Berith had managed to take it from right under his nose and hide it from him, only to place it in my hands? Many things were coincidental lately. I think Edanai had a point when she began to add up all the components surrounding myself and Starling from the beginning.
    I immediately sensed the physical change in Starling’s now rapidly beating heart.
    Panic.
    Snapping out of my temporary thoughts, I took a step off the ledge. My wings snapped out and spread wide, and I turned them downward in order to catch the wind. I began to float down slowly at first.
    Stray curls had freed themselves from her wildly flailing pony tail, nearly covering her face. I cloaked myself on purpose, diving down and bypassing her by a vertical distance of a few feet. It was apparent that though she was calm, with her arms still splayed out on either side of her, there was a hint of both doubt and a tad bit of anxiety i n her heartbeat and expression.
    She was as light as a pillow, landing precisely in my arms with a grunt…just several feet from full-on ground impact. I held her cradle st yle in my arms against my body.
    For me, it brought back a memory of when she had been injured by that moronic demon at the hospice. He had injured her ankle and she couldn’t walk. I carried her up to her apartment originally with more intent than just being a dutiful cop. It angered me to think about again, so I