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Authors: Bonnie Bliss
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parted. She wanted this, she needed him. Asmodeus needed her, wanted her; she just had to let go...
The sound of splintering wood, a blinding flash of light, and her body falling to the ground knocked her out of her stupor. Strong arms scooped her up before she hit the ground, and she reeled back at the touch. Her body was too sensitive still and she tried to leap from Jared's arms.
"He's here! You need to run! You need to go!"
Jared set her down gently on the couch. The sound of pounding feet brought Josef, a phone in his hand. Jared and Josef just stared at one another while Elizabeth trembled on the couch. Josef did a whole lot of answering phones, getting ridiculously valuable information and not actually talking back to anyone. He would make barely audible sounds then hang up.
This was one of those odd times.
"The other monks are dead. They are finding us through normal channels now. We need to go." Jared pinned her with those swirling silver eyes.
"I am so sorry, Bethy, but can you get packed? I have a new plan, hopefully our last movement until we find a solution."
All Elizabeth could do was nod. She curled up in a tight ball and buried her face in her knees. She felt vulnerable at the moment. Somehow she felt anytime she was on her period she was going to be vulnerable. Apparently she was now like a cat, attracting all manner of males to her like fly paper while she bled. She groaned and looked up. Jared was gone and Josef stood over her. That look was unmistakable— fear .
She dropped her feet to the ground and, dragging her way to her room, she grabbed the duffle underneath and threw it on the bed.
There would come a point very soon where, Elizabeth knew, she would stop allowing Jared and Josef to sacrifice for her, and she would accept her fate.
Jared came in. "Paris. How does that sound?"
Elizabeth gave him a pained smile which no doubt looked horrible.
"Sounds perfect."
Chapter Eight
––––––––
J ared stood at the window, looking out over the courtyard. Celestite stones were set into the corner of every window and door frame of the house. Josef at least was taking no chances. The trip to the city had been enjoyable until Josef had ushered them home, complaining of a bad headache. Jared was concerned; the old monk had seemed distressed over the past hour, shuffling about, keeping busy checking the gems. He gave a deep sigh. Three months had passed without a single occurrence, yet now something licked at the sea air and made it bitter. A feeling of trepidation was creeping through his bones. A sharp pain settled behind both eyes. He needed an hour to himself, time to think and gather his senses.
Elizabeth moved on the bed and he turned to look at her. It was too risky to leave her feeling as he did. Walking softly so as not to wake her, he checked her. The necklace hung below her top, resting against her heart. She was sleeping so soundly, surely he could leave her awhile.
There came a light tapping on the door. Jared opened it. Josef looked at him. It was if the old monk knew.
"Can you sit with her an hour? There's something I need to do?" Jared was out the door before the monk had finished nodding.
He took deep breaths, walking quickly through the streets, making his way to his favourite café. He bought a latte and sat at one of the tables outside, while watching the crowds. Any moment he expected to see Asmodeus or one of his bastard lieutenants to park their arse on the chair opposite and grin with sharp white teeth. But none came.
"Hello, dear brother."
Jared looked up. "What are you doing here, Tai?"
"Well, that remains to be seen. It is still Jared, right? Or should I call you Azrael?"
"Jared's fine. It is still Tai, or should..."
"Tai will do," she interrupted.
"So, here, why?"
She took the seat opposite. There were times when he wished she wasn't his sister. She was the most beautiful creature ever to walk this earth. The reason being, she wasn't from this world.
The sound of splintering wood, a blinding flash of light, and her body falling to the ground knocked her out of her stupor. Strong arms scooped her up before she hit the ground, and she reeled back at the touch. Her body was too sensitive still and she tried to leap from Jared's arms.
"He's here! You need to run! You need to go!"
Jared set her down gently on the couch. The sound of pounding feet brought Josef, a phone in his hand. Jared and Josef just stared at one another while Elizabeth trembled on the couch. Josef did a whole lot of answering phones, getting ridiculously valuable information and not actually talking back to anyone. He would make barely audible sounds then hang up.
This was one of those odd times.
"The other monks are dead. They are finding us through normal channels now. We need to go." Jared pinned her with those swirling silver eyes.
"I am so sorry, Bethy, but can you get packed? I have a new plan, hopefully our last movement until we find a solution."
All Elizabeth could do was nod. She curled up in a tight ball and buried her face in her knees. She felt vulnerable at the moment. Somehow she felt anytime she was on her period she was going to be vulnerable. Apparently she was now like a cat, attracting all manner of males to her like fly paper while she bled. She groaned and looked up. Jared was gone and Josef stood over her. That look was unmistakable— fear .
She dropped her feet to the ground and, dragging her way to her room, she grabbed the duffle underneath and threw it on the bed.
There would come a point very soon where, Elizabeth knew, she would stop allowing Jared and Josef to sacrifice for her, and she would accept her fate.
Jared came in. "Paris. How does that sound?"
Elizabeth gave him a pained smile which no doubt looked horrible.
"Sounds perfect."
Chapter Eight
––––––––
J ared stood at the window, looking out over the courtyard. Celestite stones were set into the corner of every window and door frame of the house. Josef at least was taking no chances. The trip to the city had been enjoyable until Josef had ushered them home, complaining of a bad headache. Jared was concerned; the old monk had seemed distressed over the past hour, shuffling about, keeping busy checking the gems. He gave a deep sigh. Three months had passed without a single occurrence, yet now something licked at the sea air and made it bitter. A feeling of trepidation was creeping through his bones. A sharp pain settled behind both eyes. He needed an hour to himself, time to think and gather his senses.
Elizabeth moved on the bed and he turned to look at her. It was too risky to leave her feeling as he did. Walking softly so as not to wake her, he checked her. The necklace hung below her top, resting against her heart. She was sleeping so soundly, surely he could leave her awhile.
There came a light tapping on the door. Jared opened it. Josef looked at him. It was if the old monk knew.
"Can you sit with her an hour? There's something I need to do?" Jared was out the door before the monk had finished nodding.
He took deep breaths, walking quickly through the streets, making his way to his favourite café. He bought a latte and sat at one of the tables outside, while watching the crowds. Any moment he expected to see Asmodeus or one of his bastard lieutenants to park their arse on the chair opposite and grin with sharp white teeth. But none came.
"Hello, dear brother."
Jared looked up. "What are you doing here, Tai?"
"Well, that remains to be seen. It is still Jared, right? Or should I call you Azrael?"
"Jared's fine. It is still Tai, or should..."
"Tai will do," she interrupted.
"So, here, why?"
She took the seat opposite. There were times when he wished she wasn't his sister. She was the most beautiful creature ever to walk this earth. The reason being, she wasn't from this world.
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