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dork. There is no such thing as pixie dust.”
“Then it’s not pixie dust. But something magical was surrounding her. I’m telling you, she’s changed and we’d better be careful.”
If what Asher was saying were true, then Jaz wasn’t human anymore, or never was human. Was she Nephilim? Or something else supernatural?
“Speaking of being careful, we need to find your soul.”
“My soul?”
“Yes. Abraham took it. I don’t know where it is. And if we do this, get you back to the earth realm, we’ll need to find your soul.”
“Do you know where Abraham keeps any of the souls? There must be a room full of them.”
I had never thought of that. “You’re a genius!” I placed a kiss full on his lips. He was a little taken aback, but soon returned it sweetly. As much as I wanted to stay here and make out with him, we had a job to do. I pulled away.
“Where are you going?” he tugged my hands back to his chest.
“To find your soul.”
“Can’t we just enjoy the moment?”
“We could… except, I will never be settled until your soul is in my hand.”
He gave me a beyond sexy smirk in return. This boy was just too much. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
I grinned wider and he leaned forward and calmed my fluttering heart by kissing me. I will never get out of this room!
“Before you take my breath away, can we please go?”
He sighed. “Since you asked nicely.”
Chapter Sixteen
Eden
We crept down the stairs, looking over our shoulders and behind us, looking for signs Abraham was still in the house. I couldn’t hear a sound so I nodded to Asher and we ran down the stairs the rest of the way.
The search for the soul room, if it were even called that, commenced every morning after Abraham left the house, which as I had calculated, was for about two hours each day. So Asher and I spent our time wisely. We searched the house’s numerous doors for one hour, and hour two was spent in bed wrapped in each other’s arms.
This house was huge, all the doors were the same, and I was beginning to think most of the doors led to nowhere. They were a façade. Faux doors to faux rooms. Which was even more frustrating for me. One day I decided to search the forbidden end of the house. Abraham had specifically told me to stay away from this part of the house. Which of course was code for ‘this part of the house contains the darkest and most intriguing secrets’. Which meant only one thing: the soul room was hidden behind one of the last three doors we had yet to explore. No one who entered the house would know these rooms existed because they were hidden behind a secret passageway in the library. But one night I had snuck out of bed and decided to spy on Abraham. After writing in his ledger with his big white quill, he had closed the worn cover and slipped it into a drawer in the desk, locking it with a skeleton key which he kept pinned inside his coat at all times. Then he rose from his chair and walked towards the far wall of the library. There was an inconsistency with this bookshelf. It soon became apparent it wasn’t a wall when Abraham placed his hand on a bronze statue of Lucifer and pushed it over so that Lucifer was lying facedown on the shelf. The bookshelf gave a groan and began opening inwards. The bookshelf door stopped when its frame was facing me, and through it, I could see another room. Abraham entered and the bookshelf closed behind him. I decided then I had to get into that room.
During our last hour alone one day, Asher and I walked into the library and I ran straight over to the Lucifer statue. Just as I placed my hand on it, a voice startled me from behind.
“Do you admire our fearless leader?” Crap. It was Abraham. He was back. Which meant our search was over for now. I turned and gave him a faux smile.
“Wasn’t Lucifer afraid of his brothers and his father?” I said, hoping he wouldn’t know what I was doing.
“No, he
“Then it’s not pixie dust. But something magical was surrounding her. I’m telling you, she’s changed and we’d better be careful.”
If what Asher was saying were true, then Jaz wasn’t human anymore, or never was human. Was she Nephilim? Or something else supernatural?
“Speaking of being careful, we need to find your soul.”
“My soul?”
“Yes. Abraham took it. I don’t know where it is. And if we do this, get you back to the earth realm, we’ll need to find your soul.”
“Do you know where Abraham keeps any of the souls? There must be a room full of them.”
I had never thought of that. “You’re a genius!” I placed a kiss full on his lips. He was a little taken aback, but soon returned it sweetly. As much as I wanted to stay here and make out with him, we had a job to do. I pulled away.
“Where are you going?” he tugged my hands back to his chest.
“To find your soul.”
“Can’t we just enjoy the moment?”
“We could… except, I will never be settled until your soul is in my hand.”
He gave me a beyond sexy smirk in return. This boy was just too much. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
I grinned wider and he leaned forward and calmed my fluttering heart by kissing me. I will never get out of this room!
“Before you take my breath away, can we please go?”
He sighed. “Since you asked nicely.”
Chapter Sixteen
Eden
We crept down the stairs, looking over our shoulders and behind us, looking for signs Abraham was still in the house. I couldn’t hear a sound so I nodded to Asher and we ran down the stairs the rest of the way.
The search for the soul room, if it were even called that, commenced every morning after Abraham left the house, which as I had calculated, was for about two hours each day. So Asher and I spent our time wisely. We searched the house’s numerous doors for one hour, and hour two was spent in bed wrapped in each other’s arms.
This house was huge, all the doors were the same, and I was beginning to think most of the doors led to nowhere. They were a façade. Faux doors to faux rooms. Which was even more frustrating for me. One day I decided to search the forbidden end of the house. Abraham had specifically told me to stay away from this part of the house. Which of course was code for ‘this part of the house contains the darkest and most intriguing secrets’. Which meant only one thing: the soul room was hidden behind one of the last three doors we had yet to explore. No one who entered the house would know these rooms existed because they were hidden behind a secret passageway in the library. But one night I had snuck out of bed and decided to spy on Abraham. After writing in his ledger with his big white quill, he had closed the worn cover and slipped it into a drawer in the desk, locking it with a skeleton key which he kept pinned inside his coat at all times. Then he rose from his chair and walked towards the far wall of the library. There was an inconsistency with this bookshelf. It soon became apparent it wasn’t a wall when Abraham placed his hand on a bronze statue of Lucifer and pushed it over so that Lucifer was lying facedown on the shelf. The bookshelf gave a groan and began opening inwards. The bookshelf door stopped when its frame was facing me, and through it, I could see another room. Abraham entered and the bookshelf closed behind him. I decided then I had to get into that room.
During our last hour alone one day, Asher and I walked into the library and I ran straight over to the Lucifer statue. Just as I placed my hand on it, a voice startled me from behind.
“Do you admire our fearless leader?” Crap. It was Abraham. He was back. Which meant our search was over for now. I turned and gave him a faux smile.
“Wasn’t Lucifer afraid of his brothers and his father?” I said, hoping he wouldn’t know what I was doing.
“No, he
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