Chapter Ten

The morning sunbeams of Los Angeles was popping into the glass doorways of the dining room that leads to the pool. Summer was almost ending and fall is on its way. Music was playing from the stereo. The smell of bacon and eggs was coming from the kitchen where the siblings sat in the dining table.

Ouriel was singing along as he put the eggs in the table. Azrael waltz in from the living room, she was already primped, same as her siblings. Her hair was falling freely that looks like a thread of a silvery black silk, “Sit. Breakfast is ready.” Remiel said gesturing the chair in front of her. The table was full of American type of breakfast. Fried bacon, scrambled eggs, sausage and egg sandwich, croissants, milk and orange juice.

Azrael decided to tell them about last night and how she find Bernael. But there’s two factors why they didn’t go after him. First, because Azrael insisted not to and second, because they needed to be sure it was really him. That’s why they’re planning how to s