find a way to Soulbond with Alexander, or die trying.
****
Alexander sat watching the clouds roll in
from the front porch. It was cool and peaceful out there. He tried
to make out what the girls were saying on the beach, but even with
his angelic hearing, the waves were too loud.
The screen door opened, and Grace came out
with two mugs in her hand. “I thought you might like some
coffee.”
“Great, thanks. It was a rough night.”
Alexander grasped the warm mug and sniffed the strong brew.
“Alex, I wish I could give you more hope but
Gaby has a divine purpose here, a destiny beyond any one of us. We
may not understand the path we are given, but we have to trust it
is for the greater good and we’ll all be together again someday in
Heaven.”
Alexander clutched the handle of the mug.
“What if I never make it back to Heaven?”
They both knew the history of fallen angels.
Only one, Gaby’s mother, had resurrected. The odds were stacked
against him. She didn’t offer empty words only a warm hand clasped
over his. “We must continue to keep faith. It is all we have during
these times of great trials.”
Sammy trudged up the sand dune and Alexander
held his breath, hoping that Gaby would follow her but she didn’t.
Gaby raced to the woods, probably back to her home. She didn’t want
to see him again; she’d made that plain when she didn’t come sit
next to him.
“Grace, Alexander.” Sammy huffed up the
steps. “We have to find Boon, now.”
Sammy’s eye twitched, and she thrust a piece
of paper at them.
“This isn’t possible.” Grace traced the ruby
droplets flowing from Boon’s small, pale frame.
“I know, but Gaby’s track record is solid.
We need to check this out.” Sammy held the front porch post to
steady herself. “Please, we need to find him.”
Alexander stood. “I’ll go with you. We’ll
head to the railroad tracks near the county line where the hunters
found the demon last night.” His body tensed at the memory of the
Hunter’s ruthless capture. For a moment, Alexander had felt sorry
for the demon being brutally beaten and collared like a dog. He
knew they’d take the creature to torture him for information. Of
course, they never would have caught a head demon that easily which
meant that creature would be tortured for nothing. “I’m sure we’ll
find him. This picture is probably something completely different
than it looks. You know Gaby has misinterpreted these before. The
visions are cryptic and misleading.”
“I won’t tell her you said that.” Sammy gave
a half-smile.
“Thanks, she’s a little sensitive about her
abilities right now.” Alexander placed his mug on the side table.
“I told her about not being able to bond because she isn’t an
angel.”
Sammy put a reassuring hand on his upper
arm. “How did she take it?”
Alexander sighed, “Let’s just say I feel
like I was captured by the hunters and tortured to the brink of
madness.”
Grace stood, her gaze transfixed on
something in the distance. “We must go.” She dropped the paper on
the seat behind her, and took two labored steps before her wings
shot out and she bolted into the sky.
Alexander and Sammy remained on the porch
for a second, stunned at Grace’s agility. Sammy shook her head then
quickly followed Grace and he took off a second later. They soared
along the canopy and dove into a clearing near the railroad
tracks.
Grace hunched over, hand on her heart, face
ashen. “Something terrible happened here.”
Sammy’s brows furrowed with concern, and she
scanned the area.
A hint of something dark poked at his
consciousness.
They glided to their feet and walked along
the tracks and the feeling intensified. A sharp electric current
shot through Alexander’s body, and his wings rustled with fear. He
shot from the ground and landed in front of Grace and Sammy, then
held up his hand for them to stop. A foul odor of rotting fruit
attacked his nose. Nothing sounded around them. No
****
Alexander sat watching the clouds roll in
from the front porch. It was cool and peaceful out there. He tried
to make out what the girls were saying on the beach, but even with
his angelic hearing, the waves were too loud.
The screen door opened, and Grace came out
with two mugs in her hand. “I thought you might like some
coffee.”
“Great, thanks. It was a rough night.”
Alexander grasped the warm mug and sniffed the strong brew.
“Alex, I wish I could give you more hope but
Gaby has a divine purpose here, a destiny beyond any one of us. We
may not understand the path we are given, but we have to trust it
is for the greater good and we’ll all be together again someday in
Heaven.”
Alexander clutched the handle of the mug.
“What if I never make it back to Heaven?”
They both knew the history of fallen angels.
Only one, Gaby’s mother, had resurrected. The odds were stacked
against him. She didn’t offer empty words only a warm hand clasped
over his. “We must continue to keep faith. It is all we have during
these times of great trials.”
Sammy trudged up the sand dune and Alexander
held his breath, hoping that Gaby would follow her but she didn’t.
Gaby raced to the woods, probably back to her home. She didn’t want
to see him again; she’d made that plain when she didn’t come sit
next to him.
“Grace, Alexander.” Sammy huffed up the
steps. “We have to find Boon, now.”
Sammy’s eye twitched, and she thrust a piece
of paper at them.
“This isn’t possible.” Grace traced the ruby
droplets flowing from Boon’s small, pale frame.
“I know, but Gaby’s track record is solid.
We need to check this out.” Sammy held the front porch post to
steady herself. “Please, we need to find him.”
Alexander stood. “I’ll go with you. We’ll
head to the railroad tracks near the county line where the hunters
found the demon last night.” His body tensed at the memory of the
Hunter’s ruthless capture. For a moment, Alexander had felt sorry
for the demon being brutally beaten and collared like a dog. He
knew they’d take the creature to torture him for information. Of
course, they never would have caught a head demon that easily which
meant that creature would be tortured for nothing. “I’m sure we’ll
find him. This picture is probably something completely different
than it looks. You know Gaby has misinterpreted these before. The
visions are cryptic and misleading.”
“I won’t tell her you said that.” Sammy gave
a half-smile.
“Thanks, she’s a little sensitive about her
abilities right now.” Alexander placed his mug on the side table.
“I told her about not being able to bond because she isn’t an
angel.”
Sammy put a reassuring hand on his upper
arm. “How did she take it?”
Alexander sighed, “Let’s just say I feel
like I was captured by the hunters and tortured to the brink of
madness.”
Grace stood, her gaze transfixed on
something in the distance. “We must go.” She dropped the paper on
the seat behind her, and took two labored steps before her wings
shot out and she bolted into the sky.
Alexander and Sammy remained on the porch
for a second, stunned at Grace’s agility. Sammy shook her head then
quickly followed Grace and he took off a second later. They soared
along the canopy and dove into a clearing near the railroad
tracks.
Grace hunched over, hand on her heart, face
ashen. “Something terrible happened here.”
Sammy’s brows furrowed with concern, and she
scanned the area.
A hint of something dark poked at his
consciousness.
They glided to their feet and walked along
the tracks and the feeling intensified. A sharp electric current
shot through Alexander’s body, and his wings rustled with fear. He
shot from the ground and landed in front of Grace and Sammy, then
held up his hand for them to stop. A foul odor of rotting fruit
attacked his nose. Nothing sounded around them. No
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