Read Online Alice's Insurrection (Alice Clark Series) by Andrea DiGiglio - Free Book Online

and full of love and hope, even in the darkest times you’ve been through. Honestly, my family has been here for centuries and they have acquired human emotion, it seems. You’ll see what I mean soon enough.”
    “I’d rather not.”
    “I think it comes with the territory, my friend,” she said with a reassuring pat on his back. “Alright, let’s go in. I have a feeling you’ll enjoy the company more than you’ll let on,” she smirked. She could feel it in her bones, he was one of them and as much as he fought that feeling, every day he grew to believe it himself.
    In the halls , Briathos stiffened up again as students bumped into him as if he were invisible. Alice couldn’t see how he felt invisible; he was beautiful and in a certain light, his blonde hair looked silver, angelic even. Such a sad twist to his story since all he had done was what he felt was right, even if it was against God. But was it?
    “Alice , you’re back! So great to see you’re ready to get back to work,” Theresa, her art instructor rattled off excitedly as she hugged her awkwardly. Alice noticed she was stealing glances at her bodyguard for the day.
    “Theresa, this is Briathos.” Alice’s core warmed instantly from the reaction inside Briathos as he reached out and gently shook her hand.
    “Pleasure.” His smile shone like the sun. It was the second time Alice had seen him truly smile and it was increasingly more breathtaking.
    “I take it you are accompanying Alice to class?” She twirled her fire red hair nervously.
    “I am.”
    “Theresa , why don’t you give him the tour while I get set up? Don’t worry, you two. I’ll be just fine on my own for a few minutes.” Alice wasn’t much of a matchmaker, but she knew chemistry when she saw it.
    “After you , ma’am,” Briathos said, holding his arm out for her to grasp. Alice swore she heard her teacher squeak. They walked down the hall and Alice entered class to find James working on a clay sculpture of odd shapes entangled together in a peculiar manner.
    “Hey , there,” Alice said, poking his shoulder. “That’s bizarre looking,” she said, poking at his sculpture.
    “Hey there , yourself, Miss Thing. You know, I think this piece really is an extension of my weirdness. Where have you been, anyway?”
    “ That is a very long story. I’m going to go set up, I just wanted to say hey,” she smiled dodging the question.
    “Coffee later, details required ,” he said before returning to his work.
    Alice laughed him off as she had no idea what story to tell him. She certainly couldn’t tell him she had traded herself in place of Cole who was kidnapped by an awful bounty hunter who happened to once be an Angel of God, or that she was tortured in order to break her down so he could trade her over to a cruel Angel in order to secure his place back into heaven. Not that he would believe her if she did. All she knew was that she was beyond glad to return to her station and get lost in her work, as she had so many times before when crisis leeched onto her. Each brush stroke felt soothing, almost as if she was putting the pieces of herself back together by painting. Her work was an echo of herself and she was merely a tool to its desires. When she finally stopped after an hour or so, when she noticed her bodyguard and teacher had returned, Alice suddenly felt uncomfortable from the sudden change in emotion inside her new Fallen. He walked swiftly to her, mimicked whispering in her ear while directing his question to her mind.
    You did not say there were other Nephilim in this class of yours. His voice sounded angry and she couldn’t figure out why.
    “What are you talking about?” Alice asked nervously.
    “Him,” he said, pointing to James. James pulled his headphones out and stared, confused, at the two of them.
    “What? You’re kidding me !”
    “Kidding? What I say is true. I do not lie, Alice. I assumed you knew this about me.”
    “James?” Alice asked,