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with hers. But then something changed in him.
There is a man who will come into your life soon. He is not what he seems, but he has knowledge you will need. Just…be very careful around him.
“What about this whole soul mate thing? Can’t you—”
No, Dylan. It must be someone capable of sharing the burden with you, someone who has abilities that can complement and support yours. It has to be an angel.
“I don’t know if I want to be connected to someone else.”
You also don’t want to do this alone. It’s too much for just one person. You need that support, that link that will help you get through the daily fight. You and I…we will always be connected, Dylan. But you need a soul mate.
Dylan nodded. She’d been prepared for his answer and had known this was how it would be. That didn’t stop her from being disappointed and hurt.
“Who?” She looked at Wyatt, afraid of what he would say, but needing to hear it anyway.
When Dylan touched the orb, she discovered that her connection to Stiles didn’t necessarily require her to pick him as her soul mate. Until the moment she was connected to her soul mate, the choice was hers. She could choose Stiles. Or she could choose Raphael or one of his many soldiers. She could choose a random angel she’d never actually met, or she could choose one who’d been banished to heaven for several millennia for fighting on Luc’s side in the war. As long as it was an angel, she could choose anyone. Powers didn’t matter. Raphael was working under the impression that it had to be an archangel—and, normally, it probably should be—but she was different. Her powers would allow for any angel to survive a connection to her.
So she had a choice to make.
That choice is up to you, Wyatt said. But choose well, my love. Because this connection cannot be broken once it’s forged.
Dylan woke suddenly in her bed in Rachel’s house.
“She’s back.”
“Thank God!”
Rachel leaned over her, concern in her wide eyes.
“What are you doing?” Dylan asked, brushing her aside as she sat up. A wave of dizziness hit as she did, making her stomach roll unpleasantly. She immediately sat back down, tears stinging her eyes.
“We found you passed out on the street,” Rachel said. “Raphael said you weren’t…that you weren’t in your body?”
Raphael moved into Dylan’s line of sight, a worried frown on his handsome face. “You were injured, a brain injury that seemed to have been inflicted from some strong power. I healed you, but you didn’t wake right away. That’s when I realized your soul was elsewhere.”
“I was with Wyatt.”
Rachel’s eyes softened. “Oh, Dylan,” she said softly. “Are you okay?”
Dylan sat up, a little slower this time. “Stiles?”
“He’s still at the dance. We didn’t want to bother him,” Rachel said quite quickly.
Dylan, of course, knew why they didn’t want to bother him. The last time she saw him, he was dancing with Carrie or Caryn or whatever her name is. It wasn’t as if Stiles took much time to relax.
“What happened?” Raphael asked.
“It was that demon, Jack James. He believes if he can possess me, like his demons do all those people, that he can control the orb.”
“He tried again?”
Raphael looked sharply at Rachel. “What do you mean, again?”
“He did it at Joanna’s house,” Dylan said. “But I was able to shake him off.”
“And tonight?”
“I showed him memories of Rebecca. It disoriented him enough to make him back off.”
“You showed him memories?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah. He was trying to attach himself to my soul. I could see his thoughts, his memories, and he could see mine. So I showed him my memories of Rebecca to try to get him to see that everything worked out the way he’d wanted it to when he was alive. But, like before, it didn’t help.”
“You just made him angry, I’m guessing,” Raphael said.
Dylan nodded. “He’s a
There is a man who will come into your life soon. He is not what he seems, but he has knowledge you will need. Just…be very careful around him.
“What about this whole soul mate thing? Can’t you—”
No, Dylan. It must be someone capable of sharing the burden with you, someone who has abilities that can complement and support yours. It has to be an angel.
“I don’t know if I want to be connected to someone else.”
You also don’t want to do this alone. It’s too much for just one person. You need that support, that link that will help you get through the daily fight. You and I…we will always be connected, Dylan. But you need a soul mate.
Dylan nodded. She’d been prepared for his answer and had known this was how it would be. That didn’t stop her from being disappointed and hurt.
“Who?” She looked at Wyatt, afraid of what he would say, but needing to hear it anyway.
When Dylan touched the orb, she discovered that her connection to Stiles didn’t necessarily require her to pick him as her soul mate. Until the moment she was connected to her soul mate, the choice was hers. She could choose Stiles. Or she could choose Raphael or one of his many soldiers. She could choose a random angel she’d never actually met, or she could choose one who’d been banished to heaven for several millennia for fighting on Luc’s side in the war. As long as it was an angel, she could choose anyone. Powers didn’t matter. Raphael was working under the impression that it had to be an archangel—and, normally, it probably should be—but she was different. Her powers would allow for any angel to survive a connection to her.
So she had a choice to make.
That choice is up to you, Wyatt said. But choose well, my love. Because this connection cannot be broken once it’s forged.
Dylan woke suddenly in her bed in Rachel’s house.
“She’s back.”
“Thank God!”
Rachel leaned over her, concern in her wide eyes.
“What are you doing?” Dylan asked, brushing her aside as she sat up. A wave of dizziness hit as she did, making her stomach roll unpleasantly. She immediately sat back down, tears stinging her eyes.
“We found you passed out on the street,” Rachel said. “Raphael said you weren’t…that you weren’t in your body?”
Raphael moved into Dylan’s line of sight, a worried frown on his handsome face. “You were injured, a brain injury that seemed to have been inflicted from some strong power. I healed you, but you didn’t wake right away. That’s when I realized your soul was elsewhere.”
“I was with Wyatt.”
Rachel’s eyes softened. “Oh, Dylan,” she said softly. “Are you okay?”
Dylan sat up, a little slower this time. “Stiles?”
“He’s still at the dance. We didn’t want to bother him,” Rachel said quite quickly.
Dylan, of course, knew why they didn’t want to bother him. The last time she saw him, he was dancing with Carrie or Caryn or whatever her name is. It wasn’t as if Stiles took much time to relax.
“What happened?” Raphael asked.
“It was that demon, Jack James. He believes if he can possess me, like his demons do all those people, that he can control the orb.”
“He tried again?”
Raphael looked sharply at Rachel. “What do you mean, again?”
“He did it at Joanna’s house,” Dylan said. “But I was able to shake him off.”
“And tonight?”
“I showed him memories of Rebecca. It disoriented him enough to make him back off.”
“You showed him memories?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah. He was trying to attach himself to my soul. I could see his thoughts, his memories, and he could see mine. So I showed him my memories of Rebecca to try to get him to see that everything worked out the way he’d wanted it to when he was alive. But, like before, it didn’t help.”
“You just made him angry, I’m guessing,” Raphael said.
Dylan nodded. “He’s a
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