thing Jake saw before he was enclosed in darkness.
He could feel the sand pressing against his body. It weighed heavily on him, threatening to crush him. Jake’s instincts told him to move, but it was no use. Now he couldn’t even wiggle his fingers. He felt the sand close over the top of his head and Jake knew he was in deep shit.
His lungs began to burn with the need for oxygen. He thought he heard muffled voices, but he couldn’t tell who said what. He hoped that his fellow warriors were deciding who was gonna save his ass. After a minute or so, Jake knew that wasn’t going to happen.
His lungs burned. His eyes burned from being closed so tightly. His wings burned. Burn. Fire. He had all the tools he needed… he had fire! Jake didn’t know if it would work, but it was all he had left. If he didn’t do something he was going to suffocate. He didn’t know if angels could suffocate, but he wasn’t in the mood to find out.
Jake called fire to him. The granules of sand heated up and began to melt. As he called the fire, he willed it hotter. Hotter. So hot he feared he might melt too, but he kept it up. He could move his hand. Then a foot. Soon, he was swimming in melted sand, as if it were thick water. It was like swimming in jello, but he managed to push for the surface ,and when his hand broke through, Jake kicked his feet, forcing his head up.
When his head was out, he gasped in huge gulps of air. It was blistering hot, but it was air that his lungs desperately needed. He wiggled his wings out and opened them. Pushing the air down, he lifted his body from the pit. He beat his wings furiously, forcing the sand out of them.
Finally, when he was sure he wasn’t going to fall back in, Jake looked down. There was a flaming pit beneath him. He willed the fire out and allowed himself to land next to Ash.
He looked at his leader with a sideways glare. “Thanks a lot,” he growled at him.
Ash laughed. “You did just fine.”
Jake grumbled something incoherent and watched as Antonio inspected the pit. He lifted something off the ground for everyone to see. “Hey, look at this,” he said with a toothy grin. “People pay good money for this shit.” He was holding a chunk of sand that had solidified into a wavy shape. It looked like glass, and from the right direction, it might have even looked like a horse. “It’s like when lightning strikes the sand. It makes for really valuable art. Wanna keep it?”
Jake shook his head. “No, I just want to find Shelly,” he grumbled. “Now that you two have had your fun.”
Jake turned to walk away so he didn’t see the satisfied looks that Ash and Antonio exchanged before they rushed to catch up to him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“I just don’t understand,” Laura said into her phone. “I have never been so wrong before.”
“I don’t know either,” Ash’s voice said from the other end of the line. “We’re coming back to the States. We feel like she’s there.”
“Ok, well let me know if you need any help,” Laura said before saying goodbye to the leader of Hell. Then, she turned to her companions. “You need to work faster,” she told them.
Caleb raised a brow in question to her. “I didn’t know you were on a first name basis with the new devil in charge.”
“It isn’t something I brag about,” Laura told him. “I sent them overseas to find this demon,” she pointed over her shoulder to Shelly, who was still locked in the spell, “but they’re smarter than we thought.” Laura had put a binding spell on Shelly’s ears so that she couldn’t hear anything they said. It was not only for the safety of the humans, but for Laura’s as well. She couldn’t very well have the Leader of Hell knowing she was working against him. She always had been. Even when he had been a human, Laura was working
He could feel the sand pressing against his body. It weighed heavily on him, threatening to crush him. Jake’s instincts told him to move, but it was no use. Now he couldn’t even wiggle his fingers. He felt the sand close over the top of his head and Jake knew he was in deep shit.
His lungs began to burn with the need for oxygen. He thought he heard muffled voices, but he couldn’t tell who said what. He hoped that his fellow warriors were deciding who was gonna save his ass. After a minute or so, Jake knew that wasn’t going to happen.
His lungs burned. His eyes burned from being closed so tightly. His wings burned. Burn. Fire. He had all the tools he needed… he had fire! Jake didn’t know if it would work, but it was all he had left. If he didn’t do something he was going to suffocate. He didn’t know if angels could suffocate, but he wasn’t in the mood to find out.
Jake called fire to him. The granules of sand heated up and began to melt. As he called the fire, he willed it hotter. Hotter. So hot he feared he might melt too, but he kept it up. He could move his hand. Then a foot. Soon, he was swimming in melted sand, as if it were thick water. It was like swimming in jello, but he managed to push for the surface ,and when his hand broke through, Jake kicked his feet, forcing his head up.
When his head was out, he gasped in huge gulps of air. It was blistering hot, but it was air that his lungs desperately needed. He wiggled his wings out and opened them. Pushing the air down, he lifted his body from the pit. He beat his wings furiously, forcing the sand out of them.
Finally, when he was sure he wasn’t going to fall back in, Jake looked down. There was a flaming pit beneath him. He willed the fire out and allowed himself to land next to Ash.
He looked at his leader with a sideways glare. “Thanks a lot,” he growled at him.
Ash laughed. “You did just fine.”
Jake grumbled something incoherent and watched as Antonio inspected the pit. He lifted something off the ground for everyone to see. “Hey, look at this,” he said with a toothy grin. “People pay good money for this shit.” He was holding a chunk of sand that had solidified into a wavy shape. It looked like glass, and from the right direction, it might have even looked like a horse. “It’s like when lightning strikes the sand. It makes for really valuable art. Wanna keep it?”
Jake shook his head. “No, I just want to find Shelly,” he grumbled. “Now that you two have had your fun.”
Jake turned to walk away so he didn’t see the satisfied looks that Ash and Antonio exchanged before they rushed to catch up to him.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“I just don’t understand,” Laura said into her phone. “I have never been so wrong before.”
“I don’t know either,” Ash’s voice said from the other end of the line. “We’re coming back to the States. We feel like she’s there.”
“Ok, well let me know if you need any help,” Laura said before saying goodbye to the leader of Hell. Then, she turned to her companions. “You need to work faster,” she told them.
Caleb raised a brow in question to her. “I didn’t know you were on a first name basis with the new devil in charge.”
“It isn’t something I brag about,” Laura told him. “I sent them overseas to find this demon,” she pointed over her shoulder to Shelly, who was still locked in the spell, “but they’re smarter than we thought.” Laura had put a binding spell on Shelly’s ears so that she couldn’t hear anything they said. It was not only for the safety of the humans, but for Laura’s as well. She couldn’t very well have the Leader of Hell knowing she was working against him. She always had been. Even when he had been a human, Laura was working
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