want to do what I can to protect all of them, even if it means I will endure the worst of punishments. Kelly would want that. And I can feel that this is what the angel Abigail would want.” Danielle's face flashes into my mind. “Plus, I can't let my friends be in danger while I stand on the sidelines.” I nod forcefully in physical confirmation. “I can't be human anymore. I don't just want my me mories, I want my powers, too.”
Jonathan takes a huge breath. “Are you sure about this, Abby?”
“ Yes,” I say quietly. “If I'm able to be of any use in the situation, then I owe everyone that.”
He turns his head away. “Okay,” he whispers in defeat.
I stand t o look around my home once more. This seems so melodramatic and removed, like I'm watching it on television. Lucas stands with me and, unconsciously, I reach over and give his hand a gentle squeeze. When I realize that I'm holding this strange/hot angel's hand, I drop it like it's poison ivy. Uncomfortably, I shift around to glance at Jonathan, who won't meet my eyes.
“ It will be okay, Jonny, I promise,” I half-lie. I mean, I really have no idea whether it will be or not.
Then I look up at Lucas who smiles encouragingly down at me. I take a deep breath.
“ Beam me up, Scotty.”
11
Then
It didn't work.
Not ten minutes ago, Lucas had grabbed my hand and tried to...well, I wasn't sure on the technical aspects. Something about transitioning bodies or something . But nothing had happened. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that everything that'd happened up until this point – that everything I'd been told – was a lie. However, the bright glow of Lucas' and Jonathan's beings held my trust intact. Both of them were grabbing one of my hands now, eyes closed in concentration.
After a little while I spoke. “Guys, I hate to state the obvious, but...” I twisted my lips and shrugged.
They dropped my hands. Lucas slumped into a chair while Jonathan stepped bac k, surveying me with a smile.
“You are intolerable, you know that?” Lucas uncharacteristically snapped at him.
Jonathan held his hands up, though the expression on his face remained pleased. “Hey, man. Maybe it's just not meant to be this time.”
Lucas drop ped his head into his hands. “I don't get it. I don't know what I'm doing wrong.”
“It's not just you,” Jonathan said quietly. “I can't either.”
This nagged me. What could cause their power to diminish other than something more powerful...
I realized someth ing. “You know what? Aram said that Raguel and Remiel were here . Like here on earth. Do you think they're doing this?”
Both angels instantly closed their eyes at my words. Lucas sat as still as possible while Jonathan tilted his head to the side. It looked like they were...listening. But to what?
I didn't want to interrupt them, so I kept my mouth shut. It wasn't long before Jonathan made a little sound in his throat. “Yep,” he commented heavily and opened his eyes.
Lucas was slower to acknowledge whatever it was that they were acknowledging. After a minute he gave a slow nod and looked over at Jonathan. “How could we not have known that?”
Jonathan just shook his head in disbelief. “This is all going down a lot faster than I thought it would.”
I was being le ft out of the loop. Again. “What were you guys just doing?”
“ Listening for them,” said Jonathan.
“ Uh, like for the archangels? Do you guys have some sort of angel radio station or something?”
He snorted. “Something like that. Their beings are powerful eno ugh that their energy gives off a sort of sound, like a hum. Faint, but if you're listening...”
Lucas looked up at me from his chair. “If what Aram said is true, then they are absolutely the reason you're stuck, so to speak. It also means that...” He trail ed off.
“ Aram said that they were helping the demons, you know, scar souls. That archangels don't have to lure their victims.”
He
Jonathan takes a huge breath. “Are you sure about this, Abby?”
“ Yes,” I say quietly. “If I'm able to be of any use in the situation, then I owe everyone that.”
He turns his head away. “Okay,” he whispers in defeat.
I stand t o look around my home once more. This seems so melodramatic and removed, like I'm watching it on television. Lucas stands with me and, unconsciously, I reach over and give his hand a gentle squeeze. When I realize that I'm holding this strange/hot angel's hand, I drop it like it's poison ivy. Uncomfortably, I shift around to glance at Jonathan, who won't meet my eyes.
“ It will be okay, Jonny, I promise,” I half-lie. I mean, I really have no idea whether it will be or not.
Then I look up at Lucas who smiles encouragingly down at me. I take a deep breath.
“ Beam me up, Scotty.”
11
Then
It didn't work.
Not ten minutes ago, Lucas had grabbed my hand and tried to...well, I wasn't sure on the technical aspects. Something about transitioning bodies or something . But nothing had happened. If I hadn't known better, I would have thought that everything that'd happened up until this point – that everything I'd been told – was a lie. However, the bright glow of Lucas' and Jonathan's beings held my trust intact. Both of them were grabbing one of my hands now, eyes closed in concentration.
After a little while I spoke. “Guys, I hate to state the obvious, but...” I twisted my lips and shrugged.
They dropped my hands. Lucas slumped into a chair while Jonathan stepped bac k, surveying me with a smile.
“You are intolerable, you know that?” Lucas uncharacteristically snapped at him.
Jonathan held his hands up, though the expression on his face remained pleased. “Hey, man. Maybe it's just not meant to be this time.”
Lucas drop ped his head into his hands. “I don't get it. I don't know what I'm doing wrong.”
“It's not just you,” Jonathan said quietly. “I can't either.”
This nagged me. What could cause their power to diminish other than something more powerful...
I realized someth ing. “You know what? Aram said that Raguel and Remiel were here . Like here on earth. Do you think they're doing this?”
Both angels instantly closed their eyes at my words. Lucas sat as still as possible while Jonathan tilted his head to the side. It looked like they were...listening. But to what?
I didn't want to interrupt them, so I kept my mouth shut. It wasn't long before Jonathan made a little sound in his throat. “Yep,” he commented heavily and opened his eyes.
Lucas was slower to acknowledge whatever it was that they were acknowledging. After a minute he gave a slow nod and looked over at Jonathan. “How could we not have known that?”
Jonathan just shook his head in disbelief. “This is all going down a lot faster than I thought it would.”
I was being le ft out of the loop. Again. “What were you guys just doing?”
“ Listening for them,” said Jonathan.
“ Uh, like for the archangels? Do you guys have some sort of angel radio station or something?”
He snorted. “Something like that. Their beings are powerful eno ugh that their energy gives off a sort of sound, like a hum. Faint, but if you're listening...”
Lucas looked up at me from his chair. “If what Aram said is true, then they are absolutely the reason you're stuck, so to speak. It also means that...” He trail ed off.
“ Aram said that they were helping the demons, you know, scar souls. That archangels don't have to lure their victims.”
He
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