Sins of the Lost by Lydia M. Hawke

Author:Lydia M. Hawke
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: angels, demons, romance, superhero, magic, urban fantasy male character, supernatural, supernatural suspense thrillers, supernatural thrillers
Publisher: Michem Publishing
Published: 2019-03-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-eight

Alex froze, her hand on the kitchen light switch, blinking against the glare at the woman pouring water into the teapot at the counter. Despite the darkness in which the stranger had been working, she had laid out matching china cups and saucers, sugar, milk...wait. Cups and saucers? I don’t own cups and—

The woman turned, teapot in hand, and gestured toward the chairs. “Please. Sit.”

It didn’t occur to Alex until after she’d obeyed that she might object—that she should object, given that this was her kitchen. By then, her midnight visitor had set down the teapot and taken the other seat at the tiny bistro-style table, making protest seem pointless, to say the least. She waited.

Her visitor pushed a plate of muffins toward her. “Eat. If you keep losing weight the way you are, you’ll make yourself ill.”

Alex curled her hands into fists on her lap. “You—”

Silver eyes met hers. Calm, radiant, crystalline in their clarity.

She tried again. “Who—?”

“You know who I am, Alexandra.”

Oh, fuck. Hastily Alex tried to erase that last thought from her mind. A corner of the woman’s mouth tilted upward as if she knew exactly what passed through her brain. Alex added a silent but heartfelt shit to her list of mental transgressions.

“Tea?” the woman asked, reaching for the pot.

Tea? She had the One, the Almighty Creator herself, sitting in her kitchen offering tea? She had to be kidding. Alex’s gaze sought the cupboard over the fridge where the more appropriate beverages were stored. The One slid a filled cup toward her in its saucer.

“Tea,” she said. “I need you alert and sober.”

Alex looked at the kitchen doorway and the darkened hallway beyond. Seth slept at the end of that hallway. Would he wake? Hear voices? Come to investigate? She shivered at the thought. She could just imagine his reaction at finding her having a midnight tea party with his mother. She pushed cup, saucer, and muffin-laden plate away.

“What do you want?”

“Your help.”

“With Seth.”

“Yes.”

“I already told Michael—”

“I know how much you love him, Alexandra. And I know why. But he’s not your responsibility.”

Alex, she wanted to correct, I prefer Alex. But the words stuck in her throat, held captive by the utter gentleness of the One’s voice. Her chest went tight. The One reached out and covered her hand with a tiny one of her own, fingers barely capping Alex’s fist. Alex focused on the touch. Warm and dry, it held none of the power she had expected. Not so much as a tingle, never mind a surge. In fact, there seemed a remarkable lack of anything about the woman that she would have termed godly, or even remotely divine. Alex drew away, defiance sparking in her.

“No, he was your responsibility,” she said, “and you failed him. Just as you failed us.”

The One’s mouth tightened for a fleeting instant. “I might have failed in a great number of my responsibilities, child, but Seth is not one of them. Choices have consequences. My son should never have made the one he did.

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