But he doesn't answer; he simply leans down, effortlessly picking me up. He's huge, not Dominic huge, but no match for me. I don't dare struggle too much; the pain only gets worse when I do. "Where are you taking me?" I shout again as loudly as I can, my voice cracking on the last word. He stops suddenly, tugging me tightly and I scream in pain. Heavy footsteps echo to my left and I squint in the dim torchlight, trying to get a better view. Two more Fighters are fiercely approaching and like a trapped animal, I yank my wrists back one last time, trying to free myself as the intense pain takes my breath away."She is ready." One of them says to my captor, his voice gutteral and deep. My mouth goes dry and I try to swallow. I know who he's referring to, I can sense her evil all around me. I keep trying to focus on Dominic but feel nothing-like our connection has been lost, or maybe blocked? I don't have time to analyze it before I'm violently shoved forward by two additional Fig
Pastor eyes go past me to Zack before looking up at Skylar, who's watching us from a few feet away. It's obvious he's considering what to say me, every line in his face showing indecision. I take another sip, getting nervous with each second and he rubs a hand over the balding spot on his head."What are you hiding?" I ask reluctantly. Jesus, do I even want to know?"We had to be sure." Pastor's voice is low and steady. "Be sure?" I tilt my head, "Of what?"He squeezes his lids shut like he's in physical pain before finally looking over to me, "Gideon returned an hour ago." "Yeah, so?" I ask abruptly, remembering he was supposed to bring back Dr. Mansfield's husband and son. "Oh, wait, yes-Peter and Jason. "Where are they?"Zack shakes his head and I put my cup down on the pew and wait. A few seconds go by like hours and I can no longer stand it."Zack! What?!" I blurt out."Katie," he reaches for my hand, "they're both dead."I shake my head, not wanting to believe it so I
A quiet stir from behind pulls my attention away and I look back. Skylar and Victoria are walking toward us, their expressions both serious yet calm as Pastor immediately goes into action, placing white cloaks over each of them. Zack moves closer, facing Victoria and I watch their eyes meet. Victoria stares approvingly up at my brother and he touches her cheek"You are a sight for very sore eyes." his voice kind and soft as they walk over to the trough of holy water. I glance over to Skylar who is standing very still as he watches them, his face a blank mask, no doubt hiding strong feelings. Pastor moves toward him, a white cloth draped over his forearm and he whispers something in Skylar's ear. He gives him a slight nod as they join Zack and Victoria at the trough. Once again, Pastor quietly begins a prayer while the yellow glow of candlelight flickers along the stone behind them. Another minute goes by before Pastor raises his head, glancing at each one of us."It is time to go,"
A flush of relief calms my mind and Dominic reaches out, clutching me tightly to his chest. I can hear the thump of his heart loud against my temple and he turns, still holding on to me but I don't look up. I know my brother, Victoria, Skylar and Pastor are close behind. I can hear their footsteps as Dominic walks me through the golden doors. We move at a steady pace, farther into the dim corridor and I feel exhausted, the adrenaline pulsing through my veins only moments ago, clearly subsiding. I look up and notice several Seraph Fighters standing at attention along our path, each one bowing their heads as we walk by. A tribute of some kind, or maybe they're guarding our walk? It doesn't really matter; I'm more than relived to see a few Fighters still left that Dr. Mansfield hasn't managed to infect. It doesn't take long before the fiery torch hanging outside the door to our quarters catches my eye. Dominic moves in front of me with Gideon to his side, their actions so quick, the doo
I whip around, relieved for the interruption and see a single white crystal in Dominic's open palm. "Take it," he reaches out, placing the cool stone in my hand, "now squeeze."Without warning, the crystal begins to heat up, almost too hot to keep holding. I look up, eyes squinting from the burning sensation."It's working, keep going." He instructs.I glance back down at my fist and actually witness the bruises along my wrists begin to fade and the broken skin, now completely healed. "Better?" Dominic asks, still holding a look of concern over his face."Much." I smile and he lets out a breath."Good," he leans in, kissing my forehead, "Come on, let's finish that glass of wine."The heavy darkness of the night slowly begins to fade and the morning sun casts an orangey-yellow light along the ancient stone walls. The room felt unusually cold all night and Dominic held me close, keeping me from shivering. I barely slept and when I did, visions of Uncle John's contorted, decayin
Up ahead, two figures in white come into view, standing just outside the thick door to the metal room. It's Pastor Ezekiel and Zack, deep in conversation, but when they hear us approaching they both glance up. Zack moves closer, waving me to go in. "The Archangel will appear when you enter the room.""Wait," Pastor interrupts, "hold out your hands." He tells me, pulling out a white bottle from his pocket. He sprinkles holy water into my palms, "rub it in," he instructs, holding my hands in his with his eyes closed, his mouth moving in silent prayer. Seconds later he glances down at me, "Now stand still for a moment." He squeezes several more drops on each side and then down the front and back of my cloak.I look up at Dominic and he nods, "I will not leave this spot." His fingers wrap around the doorknob and I reach up and kiss his lips, "I love you," I whisper in his ear. "I love you." He kisses my cheek and opens the door.Without warning, the stench of rotting flesh hits
"You'll have to catch me first, little queen." He says, laughing with an almost renewed sense of confidence.My eyes dart around the room, looking for the Archangel but he's nowhere in sight. Why would he vanish at a time like this, I don't know what to do. Becoming increasingly desperate, I glance down at the crystals still glowing in my hand and close my fist, squeezing them tightly. I concentrate, envisioning a protective dome around myself when Zull suddenly crashes into it, ricocheting his body hard against the wall. Instantly, pieces of putrid, bloody flesh drop down followed by the sickening thump of his badly damaged arm that took the initial brunt. He slams to the floor and the metal chair impossibly scattering into pieces. His roaring shrieks seem to rip through my head and I reach up with my free hand, wiping away the cooper smelling wetness before I see fresh blood on my fingers. I pull my eyes away when Zull moves straight for me, somehow managing to free himself from t
I awaken to the sound of a crackling fire in a dark room, our room; only the reflection of half a moon casts its shadowy light over me as I look to my left. Dominic is sleeping, his breathing strong and steady and without thinking, I touch my ears; padded with something that feels similar to gauze. I no longer have the searing pain like before so I start to pull them off but stop myself. I can hear just fine with them on, maybe I need more time to heal?A light breeze coming from the ceiling fan above sends chills to my uncovered shoulders and I scoot down, snuggling closer to Dominic's masculine, rosemary scent. He jerks up, scanning the room and I catch a faint twitch of his mouth; as if realizing where he is and his eyes capture mine."You are awake." He whispers and smiles, tenderly kissing the side of my face."Yeah," I say softly, "What happ..." I shake my head, remembering Zull and the horrific sight of body parts and stench and blood. "How long have I...""Four days," he in