Monstrous- The Complete Collection by Sawyer Black & David W Wright

Author:Sawyer Black & David W Wright [Black, Sawyer & Wright, David W]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sterling & Stone
Published: 2020-04-04T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Henry sat across from Mandyel and blocked the angel’s face with the open menu. The Halcyon Tavern had started putting their prices next to the lovingly crafted descriptions.

Holy shit.

Mandyel cleared his throat. “How is she?”

Henry dropped the menu and took a deep breath. “She’s really good.”

“Does that bother you?”

“What are you, my shrink? Yeah, it fucking bothers me.”

“That she’s doing well?”

“No, God damn it! That she’s doing so well with him."

“I know it hurts, pal.”

“Do you?”

The angel’s tired eyes and drawn mouth. The weary hang of his shoulders. “Yes, Henry. I do.”

“I’m sorry.” Henry put a fist to his mouth and looked around, but nobody seemed to be paying attention.

Maybe they think I’m auditioning.

“Are you able to feel happy for her at all?”

“Of course, I am … I just … is there any way I can keep this ring forever? You know, maybe come back and be with her?”

“You can keep the ring, but know there’s a price for wearing it.”

“I don’t give a fuck about the price. If it means I can be with her, I don’t care.”

“Well, as to that …”

“What do you mean?”

Mandyel sighed and leaned forward. The dark fire in his eyes swirled, and Henry fought the urge to lean away. “What would she wake up to in the morning. Have you learned anything?”

“Fine. What’s the price?”

“You don’t care, remember?”

“Fuck you,” Henry said in a fierce whisper.

“Fine. You don’t want to be square with me Henry? As soon as our deal is done, you can be Mike Serafino to your heart’s content, but don’t come crying to me when the price becomes too dear.”

“You still haven’t said what the price is. Wait a minute … does that mean you’re still going to save Amélie?”

“Of course, Henry. As soon as we get the horn.”

I’m crying again for fuck’s sake.

Henry wiped his face with a linen napkin. The monogram thread scratched his forehead. He took a calming breath. “Then I’m not changing my mind. I’ll pay anything.”

“It’s your choice.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let me use the gifts God gave as I see fit.”

“And that’s the beauty of free will, Henry.”

Henry threw his hands up. He took a drink of ice water, crunching on some ice to clear his head. “So, did you bring something for the Purveyor?”

“I did.” Mandyel set his glass down and reached into his breast pocket. Henry thought the angel was going to pull out a check, but instead he saw a small leather bag drawn with a piece of copper wire. Mandyel set it on the table then slid the bag into Henry’s hand. He reached into his pocket again and pulled out a similar bag. He opened it and spread out a line of tobacco into a flat paper square.

“What is this? God’s stash?”

“That is the Zechariah’s Whistle.”

Henry worked it open and poured a small copper whistle from the bag into his palm. “What’s the whistle for?”

Mandyel licked the edge of the paper and rolled it over into a cigarette. He lit it with a match that appeared in his fingers out of thin air.

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