Oblivion (The Watcher Chronicles #3) by West S.J

Author:West, S.J. [West, S.J.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-03-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

As we’re readjusting our clothes before phasing back to my house, I ask, “Could you give me Malcolm’s number?”

Mason zips up his pants. “Why would you need to contact him?”

“I need to ask him to do something for me.”

Mason looks curious now. I feel like banging my head against something. I should have just called Isaiah and gotten Malcolm’s number.

“Can I ask what this something is?” Mason says.

“No, you may not,” I say matter-of-factly. “It’s a surprise. If I told you, then it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.”

“What on Earth could Malcolm help you with?”

“You keep asking the same question just in a different way,” I tell him, becoming exasperated. “Are you going to give me his number or not?”

“I’ll text it to you.”

It’s almost like I can see the gears of Mason’s mind going into overdrive trying to figure out what I’m up to. I feel confident he won’t guess, but the less I say the better.

“I’ll be right back,” Mason says, phasing somewhere and phasing back a few seconds later. He’s holding a box of kitchen matches in his hands.

I laugh. “Good memory. I completely forget.”

Mason grins. “I’m not sure they will believe it took thirty minutes to get a box of matches but it would definitely look suspicious if we didn’t return with them at all.”

“I’m pretty sure Chandler and JoJo know what we’ve been doing. It’s Leah’s impressionable mind I’m more concerned with.”

Mason brings me into his arms. “She’ll see how much we love each other. That’s the important thing. It’s the best example we could set for her. To wait until you find someone you love to share yourself with.”

Mason phases us back to the kitchen in my house. When I walk into the living room, there’s already a fire blazing in the hearth. Chandler is playing a happy tune on his pipe and JoJo is teaching Leah how to dance, something I feel sure is a foreign concept to her. Laughter fills my home and I feel truly blessed to have the people in it be my friends.

When Chandler sees us, he grins.

“You know we have our own little fire starter,” he reminds me, tilting his head towards Leah.

“Oh, yeah, forgot about that,” I say, clearing my throat.

Leah giggles. I’m pretty positive she didn’t buy the matches story either.

“Ok, then,” I say, ignoring JoJo’s questioning eyes. “Let’s see if we can find the fifth vessel together.”

We sit in a circle in front of the fire. I instruct Leah on what to do and we all close our eyes and try to connect with our next archangel.

It’s almost instantaneous. The picture of the fifth vessel appears in my mind like I’m watching a movie in my head. It’s even clearer than when we saw Leah. I feel like I can touch him if I just stretch my hand out.

He looks to be in his mid-forties and of Middle Eastern origin with his dark olive skin and short black hair. He’s dressed in a white

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