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    "And we know that all
things work together for good to those who love God, to those who
are called according to His purpose." -Romans 8:28
     
     
    Simra paled. “I’m calling Jeff. He
needs to know about the drug dealer wanting to meet me at
midnight.” She began dialing the number to the detective’s
phone.
    The phone flew from her hands, crashed
onto the hard floor, and almost shattered to pieces. Simra’s lips
parted in shock, and she scanned the room as though looking for
someone. Zach picked up the phone and placed it on the table. His
jaw tightened.
    She shifted wavering eyes from him to
different sections of the house. “Is Tristan here?”
    He turned away from her and took a seat
at the table. “No. Don’t call Jeff, and don’t meet Quint
tonight.”
    Her eyes nipped at him like a blazing
fire. “You seem to have a temper. A violent one. Just like your
brother.”
    “No, Simra. Angels move objects quicker
and with more force than humans. Once again, I’m nothing like my
brother. Let go of such a false concept of me. Quint might be
planning a trap from what I sense. Azazel will also be involved.
It’s best neither you nor Jeff meet him in this spot
tonight.”
    She unfolded her arms from across her
chest and stormed into the den. “You might not be like him in that
way, but you enjoy provoking me with….with…with-”
    “What? The truth? The truth’s good for
you.” He couldn’t control the smile tugging at his lips.
    “Ugh!” she plopped down on the couch
and rested her face in her hands.
    He needed her to warn his family about
the demon, but she was in no shape. She appeared so weak and tired.
He must check on his family. Something didn't feel
right.
    The angel dared stepping
closer to rest his hand on her knee. “Get some rest. I must tend to
a few things for the day. We might have another long night ahead of us.
There’s food in the freezer and canned goods in the cabinets. You
need nourishment.”
    Simra raised her tired eyes toward him
with apprehension and mistrust in them. “Where are you
going?”
    The angel knelt down and framed Simra’s
face with gentle hands. “I apologize for how Azazel vanished all
those times to do awful things behind your back. I know he did
things those innocent, beautiful eyes like yours can’t even
imagine. I promise I’m not doing anything of the sort. I’m checking
on my family and seeing what Quint and my brother are up to now. My
brother's up to something.”
    He paused and added, “I’m discussing
things with God for a while too. The Lord will watch over you while
I’m away.”
    Simra leaned her face into his hand but
drew away from him abruptly. Her gaze shifted in the opposite
direction. “I’m exhausted. I must rest now.”
    Zach stood up, and his gaze never left
her on the couch. “There’s a comfortable bed for you in the
bedroom. It’s much cozier.”
    Simra stood to walk into the master bedroom where white lace
curtains hung from the windows. He couldn't control a smile.
Zach sensed how Simra longed to thank him
for everything he did for her.
    However, her pride got in
the way. He knew how she did not wish to hear the truth-especially from him. The obvious spark in her
striking eyes gave away her feelings for him. The way she clung
tighter to him revealed what was in her heart. God wanted her to
face her pain and seek Him. Zach would continue helping her
overcome the darkness whether she liked it or not.
    He opened the screen door to his house
and stepped onto the porch. The morning sun warmed him. The
gardenias, roses, and fresh dew in the yard reminded him of when
Lucinda first arrived years ago. Her determination matched that of
Simra's. Everything about them was the same.
    It's no wonder Azazel fought so hard to
marry Simra since Lucinda's rejection. Zach missed having his
parents over to fry fish during the summer. Fried fish made his
mouth water when he had his mortal vessel. Then, he remembered
Azazel murdering him on the