have to believe I am having the dreams for a reason. The dreams are in a recognizable sequence, so there has to be more to it than just because I've thought a lot about my relationship with Samael."
"I can't help you with these dreams, Lili." She glanced at the bedroom clock and then glanced back at Liliana. "I am going to be late. The only thing I can suggest is that if these dreams bother you, you need to go and see about getting some past life regression therapy or see a psychic."
Her breath caught, and she looked at Eva with a grin, moving over quickly to hug her. "Hey! You're going to smear my makeup and mess up my hair!"
"Why didn't I think of that?" she exclaimed with a grin.
"What, that you're messing up my makeup?"
"No girl, a psychic or the regression!" Eva rolled her eyes and sighed as she began putting her makeup back into the case.
"Hrmph, well at least I could help with something," Eva said.
"Yes, you've helped. Now go ahead and go on your date with Clay. You can pick up everything later if you like."
Eva grinned over at her. "If I have my way that is exactly what's going to happen tonight."
"You look beautiful, sis. Clay is going to go nuts when he sees you."
"Well, that's the plan after all. Glad to know I succeeded."
"And see, I got you out of here earlier than you thought." She winked at Eva as they made their way down to the front door. Holding it open for her, she gave her one more hug and then pushed her out the door.
Chapter Seven
"It's working," Samael said with a satisfied smile as he looked at Remie and Clay. "Her memories have begun to weave the tale of her past together for her. Every day she wonders more and more about what's happening, and soon she will remember." The other two males nodded in unison, and Remie spoke up.
"Then I suppose the nightly visits are done, eh?" the pale angel asked as they all sat at a table at the bar having a few afternoon beers. The bar wasn't busy, which made it much easier for them to talk freely.
"I think that the nightly visits are done, yes. Even so, that doesn't mean you have to go. She has decided that she'll be going to a past life therapist."
"Ah, yes, if he or she is good enough, they can continue the work I've started. There truly isn't anything for me to stay here for, though I could use a bit of a vacation from everything else." He glanced skyward and gave them a silly grin. All three laughed in unison.
"We would welcome having you here. B esides, you might find something or someone of worth to stay around for," Clay said to Remie. Remie just smiled at that and turned to look at Samael as he spoke to Clay.
"That reminds me, I need to thank you for keeping Eva preoccupied."
"It hasn't been easy, but so worth it. Once this is over, she and I can work on us."
"Even after all this time, you still love her, don't you?" He looked over at Clay.
"Yes, even with everything she has done. I love her. Nevertheless, it'll take some time to convince her. I am prepared. I've had a lot of practice with patience." Clay chuckled.
Remie chimed in. " O thers have been making bets on whether this will be a victory or if we go back to the drawing board.”
"I hope this will end well for all concerned," Samael said with a bit of hope.
"Yes, brother, you have to believe that. Otherwise, it will all be for nothing." Clay spoke up quickly as they all thanked the server for the beers she brought them. Silence settled over them as the server cleared their glasses and gave them the drinks. When the woman left, they began talking again. The one thing they didn't wish to do was have someone overhear what they were talking about. They had to blend in with the humans, as their presence, though known by a few, would cause the population as a whole to think the world was ending. It was, but not at this very moment. Secrecy was necessary and always followed at all times unless there was a reason otherwise.
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