father.
But would her father really hurt her?
I shook my conscience away. No, he wouldn’t
hurt his own daughter. He’d try to infiltrate us now that he was
across enemy lines, though. I reached for the doorknob and was
about to swing it open when an irritating voice stopped me.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I put my
hand back down to my side and clenched my fists. I turned to face
the witch.
“Jaz, Eden wouldn’t be in this mess if it
weren’t for you. You put her in that coma! You poisoned her with
those flowers!”
Jazmine put a hand on her hip and flicked
her hair back behind her shoulders. “Oh, quiet now. I was just
having a little fun. It’s very boring here. That Nephilim is fresh
meat, and you know that.”
“You wouldn’t be bored if you paid attention
in class and actually did your homework. And aren’t you Nephilim,
as well?”
“Correction: I am only part Nephilim, but
part something else, as well. Something much better than a stupid
weak Nephilim,” she said with a chuckle while admiring her
nails.
“What are you?”
“Please, do you think I’d share my little
secret with the world? If I did that, then everyone would do what I
did, and then I wouldn’t be so unique, would I?”
“Whatever you say, Jazmine. I am getting
into that room, and you can’t stop me.”
“Good luck. I’d like to see you try.
Unfortunately, the room is warded.”
“Warded? Against what?”
“Supernatural beings.”
“Then why were Eden’s father and Eden
allowed to enter?”
“Because the Michaelites allowed them to.
You have to have permission. And since I clearly heard your sister
tell you no, that means you don’t.”
“How do know so much about that? You never
pay attention in class.”
“Babe, I didn’t learn that from a stupid
textbook. I learned it simply by being observant.”
“You mean, by being a brown noser.”
“Words, Asher. Whatever you call it, you
should try it sometime. It’ll get you much further than sticking
your head in a book. You might actually learn something.”
She gave her unnaturally shiny hair a flick
and sauntered off out of sight.
I growled and turned back to the door. Was
Jaz telling the truth? Was the secret room really guarded by a
magical ward against all things supernatural? I smiled to myself as
I realized I wasn’t supernatural. I put my hand on the knob but was
immediately thrown backward against the opposite wall. I slid to
the floor and shook my head. That was when I remembered that I was.
I had died and had somehow come back again, making me now
supernatural.
Shit.
Now what was I going to do?
Chapter Three
Eden
2022.
Twenty-six.
Bloody hell, I was twenty-six-years old!
Ten years had passed, and I had no memory of
it.
Oh and how could I forget the fact that I
was married to Asher! Holy hell, I was freaking married!
The coffee machine finished filling up my
mug, and the sweet and alluring scent of coffee now filled the
small house. I picked up my mug and inhaled. I walked to the fridge
to fetch some milk, and when I opened the fridge door, I saw that
it was filled and fully stocked with all my favorite things. My
favorite vanilla flavored milk was in the door… well, several
bottles of it, actually. There was chocolate on the top shelf along
with Promite, Marmite, and jam. There was also a tub of Kalamata
olives and beetroot hummus. What was going on? Had Asher done this?
I hadn’t even told him what my favorites were. Had I? I took out
the vanilla milk and poured some in my coffee. I found the bread
and placed two slices into the toaster. While I was waiting for the
toast to pop, Asher came stumbling out of the bedroom wearing
nothing but long pajama pants. I took in the sight of his naked
chest and had to use all of my strength not to drop my coffee cup
on the floor. I quickly turned back to the toaster.
“Mmm. That smells good, babe. Can you put
some in for me, too?” he placed a kiss on my cheek as he walked
past.
But would her father really hurt her?
I shook my conscience away. No, he wouldn’t
hurt his own daughter. He’d try to infiltrate us now that he was
across enemy lines, though. I reached for the doorknob and was
about to swing it open when an irritating voice stopped me.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” I put my
hand back down to my side and clenched my fists. I turned to face
the witch.
“Jaz, Eden wouldn’t be in this mess if it
weren’t for you. You put her in that coma! You poisoned her with
those flowers!”
Jazmine put a hand on her hip and flicked
her hair back behind her shoulders. “Oh, quiet now. I was just
having a little fun. It’s very boring here. That Nephilim is fresh
meat, and you know that.”
“You wouldn’t be bored if you paid attention
in class and actually did your homework. And aren’t you Nephilim,
as well?”
“Correction: I am only part Nephilim, but
part something else, as well. Something much better than a stupid
weak Nephilim,” she said with a chuckle while admiring her
nails.
“What are you?”
“Please, do you think I’d share my little
secret with the world? If I did that, then everyone would do what I
did, and then I wouldn’t be so unique, would I?”
“Whatever you say, Jazmine. I am getting
into that room, and you can’t stop me.”
“Good luck. I’d like to see you try.
Unfortunately, the room is warded.”
“Warded? Against what?”
“Supernatural beings.”
“Then why were Eden’s father and Eden
allowed to enter?”
“Because the Michaelites allowed them to.
You have to have permission. And since I clearly heard your sister
tell you no, that means you don’t.”
“How do know so much about that? You never
pay attention in class.”
“Babe, I didn’t learn that from a stupid
textbook. I learned it simply by being observant.”
“You mean, by being a brown noser.”
“Words, Asher. Whatever you call it, you
should try it sometime. It’ll get you much further than sticking
your head in a book. You might actually learn something.”
She gave her unnaturally shiny hair a flick
and sauntered off out of sight.
I growled and turned back to the door. Was
Jaz telling the truth? Was the secret room really guarded by a
magical ward against all things supernatural? I smiled to myself as
I realized I wasn’t supernatural. I put my hand on the knob but was
immediately thrown backward against the opposite wall. I slid to
the floor and shook my head. That was when I remembered that I was.
I had died and had somehow come back again, making me now
supernatural.
Shit.
Now what was I going to do?
Chapter Three
Eden
2022.
Twenty-six.
Bloody hell, I was twenty-six-years old!
Ten years had passed, and I had no memory of
it.
Oh and how could I forget the fact that I
was married to Asher! Holy hell, I was freaking married!
The coffee machine finished filling up my
mug, and the sweet and alluring scent of coffee now filled the
small house. I picked up my mug and inhaled. I walked to the fridge
to fetch some milk, and when I opened the fridge door, I saw that
it was filled and fully stocked with all my favorite things. My
favorite vanilla flavored milk was in the door… well, several
bottles of it, actually. There was chocolate on the top shelf along
with Promite, Marmite, and jam. There was also a tub of Kalamata
olives and beetroot hummus. What was going on? Had Asher done this?
I hadn’t even told him what my favorites were. Had I? I took out
the vanilla milk and poured some in my coffee. I found the bread
and placed two slices into the toaster. While I was waiting for the
toast to pop, Asher came stumbling out of the bedroom wearing
nothing but long pajama pants. I took in the sight of his naked
chest and had to use all of my strength not to drop my coffee cup
on the floor. I quickly turned back to the toaster.
“Mmm. That smells good, babe. Can you put
some in for me, too?” he placed a kiss on my cheek as he walked
past.
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