Nephilim by Mary Ann Loesch

Author:Mary Ann Loesch
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781616502935
Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc.

Chapter 13

Faye stared out the window and listened to the smooth voice of Diana Krall. In one hand she held a cigarette, which sparked orange at the tip as she inhaled. Silky smoke rings floated above her head like miniature halos. She had quit smoking long ago, but tonight…well, tonight had been rough. She wasn’t afraid to tempt the fates by smoking a little stick of cancer.

Azal is dead.

The thought kept running through her head, but she could make no sense of it. She’d seen his body, felt the absence of his spirit. Azal is dead.

And John. She’d been so wrong about him, and because of her, his life ended way too soon. The same could be said for Barb. If it weren’t for Faye, she might still be alive.

Shame mingled with her sorrow. When Sammael kissed her, she’d felt something. Desire. Temptation. There’d been no control in the action. Her own free will hadn’t mattered. Faye didn’t care if it had been a case of thrall or not. Sammael’s words haunted her.

Does our nephilim blood call out to each other?

And then there was Azal.

The angel of good fortune killed her father. No. It wasn’t possible, she couldn’t believe that. Not her guardian angel. He wouldn’t commit such a heinous act. He kept her from harm, not caused it. Besides, God wouldn’t be so cruel.

And yet…she had doubts.

She’d grabbed a memory from Azal when he’d boosted her good fortune. She wasn’t aware if he knew she’d done it, or if he’d pushed it to her on purpose. It was a recollection of the last day of her parents’ lives.

Her body stiffened at the small sound behind her. She reached out with her mind and found Nathan. He stood in the doorway, his angelic smell lingering in the air.

“Did you take care of…things?” Faye asked.

“Yes. I removed both bodies and erased the memory of those in the bar.”

“Is Zenovia okay?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think Sammael told the truth about Azal killing my father?”

Behind her, Nathan remained silent, but she felt his mind turning over the question. She sensed doubts in him too.

“I don’t know, Faye. Azal was the angel of good fortune, not the harbinger of death. I just don’t know.” He sat on the couch, slumping forward as one hand rubbed his forehead.

Faye rested her cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table. Kneeling in front of him, she reached up and massaged the tender point in the center of his forehead. “I hope you don’t mind that I put some music on. I love Diana Krall. I was surprised to even find a title I recognized in your CD collection. Most of the music you have seems so…angry.”

“Most of the time I am angry,” Nathan said, closing his eyes. Faye sensed the pain still pulsing beneath her hand, and she sent a burst of healing energy to the point.

“At what?”

“At life. At humanity. Myself.”

Faye understood. In the last seven years, she’d often felt the same way.

After a few moments, he pulled her hand away, holding it in his own while he studied her face.

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