Satan's Vessel by G.M. Marks

Author:G.M. Marks
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marks
Published: 2022-04-21T00:00:00+00:00

9.

Kaitlyn didn’t need their help. She could help herself. She would get home, pack up and disappear. She had a stash of cash, and she had friends.

At first, the area looked strange; it didn’t look familiar at all. Where had they taken her? Her heart was racing as she tried to get her bearings. She didn’t want to ask for directions; people kept looking at her strangely. Kaitlyn could feel their judgement. Shoeless, dishevelled, smeared make-up and still dressed in the clothes she’d worn last night—what else would they be thinking? Keeping her head down, she avoided their eyes.

Then, after a few streets she began recognising things: a cafe she’d eaten at once; a lingerie store she’d visited years back when she’d still been dating Tom. A familiar bookstore. Yes. She knew this place. She started to calm and slowed her pace, looking around for a bus stop.

A car roared past. A man was hanging out of the window, hooting and whistling at her. Her cheeks flushed as she lowered her face to the footpath. Thoughts of her dreams were never far away.

Kaitlyn soon found a stop that would take her in a round about loop to her home. She might not have her bag but she had some cash tucked into her bra. She always did, just in case she encountered trouble on the street—like she had last night.

She tried not to look awkward as she turned around and furtively slipped it out from her cleavage. Then she waited, her arms crossed as she curled her hand around her cash. Her head was down.

Kaitlyn felt eyes on her, judgemental eyes, leering eyes, malicious eyes. She saw no proof to back it up, but after the evening she’d had, she couldn’t shake the feeling. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched by all sorts of predators—human or otherwise. At every passing shadow, she turned her head. At every hat she saw, she raised her eyes. As for any hoodies … she slipped back into the steadily growing crowd of waiting passengers.

There were plenty of people about on the streets. Most were hurrying to work in their suits and skirts. Petrol fumes turned the air wavy. Horns tooted. Engines roared. The usual morning traffic was quickly building up. At a guess, it was probably after eight o’clock.

It was so strange to see lives that were so normal after all that she’d been through. She thought of Jacob and all that he’d told her. The Fallen were chasing her: dark angels. Enemies of God. Allies of Satan. Was it all really true? Had she really seen what she thought she’d seen last night?

It all seemed so far away, now that she was back in the real world. Almost ridiculous. Why would Satan be seeking her? Out of all the billions of women around the world, why her? It seemed so sensational, so impossible. What had she been thinking? She started to feel better. She’d done the right thing in leaving.

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