Wish, H.R. Davison [historical books to read txt] 📗

your grace.”

 

“My grace?” I ask. Andy had said before that as Nephilim we have the soul of man and the Spirit of God is that what he means?

 

“Your grace is essentially your heavenly spirit.” He finishes combing out the tangles in my hair and starts braiding it down my back. The lull of his voice combined with the soothing sensation of his fingers through my hair makes me feel drowsy. Trying to concentrate on what he saying I stifle a yawn behind my hand.

 

“Your grace can be used in several ways, but mostly you can use your spirit as a guide. We can track your mother that way. Your spirit is essentially a magnetic pull towards another angel or Heaven. We can navigate with it.” He tells me.

 

I can track down where my mother is being held captive by using my spirit as a guide, because I am drawn to her like a magnet. That makes sense, that also explains why I feel so comfortable around Andy is such a short time. Our spirits recognize each other. He feels like family, like he has always been in my life even though we just met a short time ago. Maybe that is why I acted the way I did earlier?

 

Yawning loudly I ask him. “Is that why I am so comfortable around you?” Since I already mentioned how comfortable I feel around him I lean back against his chest, relishing the warm he is radiating. A tingle of regret runs through my mind allowing myself to be so physically close to Andy while I am dating DJ, but I brush it off. There is nothing going on with me and Andy. I mean sure, he is kind of cute, and I almost tried to kiss him while he was asleep, but he is my guardian. Not to mention he has never shown an interest in me. I need to get a grip on my teenage emotions.

 

He chuckles before answering. “Yes, that would be part of the reason. You could say we are drawn to each other, on a subconscious level we want to be around a kindred spirit.”

 

“Will you teach me how to do all these things?” I ask. He runs his hands up and down my uncovered arms warming them under his hands. I sigh contentedly. Andy makes me feel safe, which is a good thing I suppose since he is my protector, as he put it. I think about DJ. He is magical, is that why I am drawn to him? Is he a kindred spirit? I am drawn to DJ in a different way than Andy though. DJ doesn’t make me feel as secure and complacent as Andy. But then again Andy doesn’t make me feel as seductive as DJ.

 

“I will.” I faintly hear Andy say as I drift off to sleep.

 

DJ

 

I wake up with a grin on my face. Somehow I had managed to get through all of yesterday without speaking to my mother. I know it must be killing in her inside that I have been giving her the silent treatment since I returned home from Munkarit. She knows nothing about my late night talk with my dad. I didn’t think it was possible, but I hate my own mother. The woman that gave me life, that brought me into this world, that nurtured me and changed my diapers, I despise her. I know I should feel guilty and ashamed, but I don’t. After I heard what she did to my dad all those years ago, I feel nothing but contempt. I will not let her hurt Kat. I will protect her.

 

Thinking of Kat makes me smile even more. I want to see her, I need to see her. I want to lose myself in her luminous green eyes, feel her rich auburn hair between my fingers, and caress her baby soft skin. Before I can get myself worked up, I jump in a cold shower.

 

After I am done showering, I eat a quick breakfast. Thankfully both of my parents are already gone for the day by the time I leave my room. Since I have the whole day free without my mother breathing down my neck I call Kat. I count the seconds until she answers the phone.

 

When she finally does answer she mumbles a weak hello, still half asleep I assume.

 

“Hey beautiful.” I say to her. “Are you busy today?”

 

Before answering, she muffles the phone. I hear faint voices briefly before she gets back on. “Yeah DJ, I am busy today, and I have a lot going on this week.”

 

I am suddenly unsure of what is going on between us. Is she making up an excuse to not see me? Does she not believe what I told her? “Would you want to hang out, say Friday night?” I say hesitantly. I hate myself for acting weak.

 

“Sure.” She replies. “Would around 4pm be alright, after school?” A weight drops from my shoulders. She does still want to see me. With a smile on my face I tell her it’s a date.

 

I wonder who she was talking to so early in the morning. I know her dad is out of town, and her caretaker usually stops by on Friday’s after school. Repressing jealousy, I decide I want to work out.It will help me release some of my tension, and build up the muscle I lost while in the pit.

 

I spend a few hours in the gym, when I am done I clean the equipment and turn off the radio as I leave the room. As soon as the noise of the radio is silenced I can hear raised voices coming from down the hall. Creeping as silently as possible I tiptoe down the hall staying close to the wall, checking my back often. I don’t need a repeat of Solomon sneaking up behind me again. Before I can make it to the door I hear the voices clearly, the deep cadence of Armaros, the gruff rasp of Solomon, and high pitched melody of Soon-ya, and my mother. I lean back on the wall and listen to their conversation with growing horror.

 

“The bonds will soon be broken Claire.” Armaros says to my mother. “The Thirteen will fly again.”

 

“Good for you Armaros.” My mother replies with a sarcastic lilt to her voice. “What does this mean for us?”

 

“We will need all of your magic Claire to create distractions here on Earth.” Armaros tells her, “We need catastrophes, earthquakes, floods, tsunamis, anything that will cause widespread disaster. Soloman, Bertoldo, Soon-ya, we need your forces to attack the humans, kill and maim, break the law of masquerade and spread fear through them.”

 

A murmur of babble sounds through the room. I can only assume they are agreeing whole heartedly to kill. I wonder what Armaros has planned? With his next statement he answers my question.

 

“We need to pull out all the stops for the Heaven to notice and when they do they will send an army to find you, all of you, and stop you. You will fight them. Hold them off as long as you can.”

 

“And where will you be during this?” A gravelly voice asks. I can only assume that is Bertoldo, having never heard him speak before it is the one voice I do not recognize.

 

There is a long pause. I think maybe I missed hearing Armaros reply until his voice breaks me from my thoughts. “The Thirteen will be at Hadraniel. Once we are back in Heaven, consider your debts paid. You are dismissed for today, but oh Claire, please do stay behind for a moment so we can discuss your … ahhh, your son. Thank you all.”

 

The sound of chairs being moved alerts me to the need to vanish immediately before I am caught.

 

Back in my room I contemplate everything I heard, confirming what my source has told me before to be true. We will be fighting against Heaven, angels, angels with flaming swords and the will of God behind them. I put my face in my hands and groan to myself. What chance do we have against them? None, there is no chance to survive.

 

I need to get out of the house and away from all of this. I call up my friend Jared to see if he wants to hang out and play some basketball. Turns out he is having a party at his house this evening. He invites me over.

 

Needing to get out of the house I decide it is a good idea to go to the party. I get cleaned up and drive over. Even though I have the magical capabilities to just wish myself anywhere anytime I still need to keep up appearances of being human.

 

When I pull up it is full dark outside. I have to park my car a block away because there was no parking in front of Jared’s house. The party is in full swing. Music is blaring out of the open windows. Red solo cups litter the front yard. Several people are milling about outside smoking cigarettes. I nod at them as I walk past to the front door.

 

I am greeted with an air horn in my face the moment I open the door. “FRESH MEAT!” A dark haired girl yells. I have never seen her before in my life.

 

“Where is Jared?” I ask her, taking in her skimpy attire. The nights are starting to get cool now that summer is officially over. I am wearing a light jacket. Her clothes or lack of clothes are better suited for spring break. She is wearing a bikini top and shorts. Paint in smeared all over body in various colors.

 

“Who is Jared?” The girl screams at me, leaning over the edge of the bar stool sitting next to the door. She is obviously drunk. I can smell the beer on her breath.

 

“Jared. It’s his party.” I tell her. After I ask her I see him across the room. I wave at her as I walk away.

 

“Hey Jared, I thought this was a small party. Who are all these people?” I ask him once I get close enough.

 

“Oh hey man.” He says holding up his hand for a high five. After I slap his hand he continues. “My brother is here. So he invited his friends.” Jared’s brother, Rob, goes to college out of town. I guess he is home for the long weekend. That is how they got all of the alcohol, he is twenty-two. “Grab a drink man.” Jared shouts me. “There is a paint party going on and a lot of girls.” He waggles his eyebrows at me.

 

Jared knows me. He knows that I am a player and like to move from girl to girl. But now that I am dating Kat I decide this party is no place for me. There is too much temptation to revert to my old ways of sleeping around. I nod at Jared, knowing he won’t realize I’m gone and make my way to the door to leave.

 

Before I can get there I feel a tug on my shirt. I turn around expecting it to be Jared. Instead I see Lilli. She looks as ravishing as ever. Her blue eyes sparkles and her red clothes