Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 50Part 50
I have a feeling she'll try to help, no matter what I tell her to do. Best I explain things to her.
The writer drew a deep breath and looked out the window: Micah was leaning against his car, waiting. He'd have to be quick. "Sit down," Nathan said to her, letting out a sigh. "I'm about to make myself sound completely insane."
Susan did as told, slipping down onto the couch, her hopeful gaze never leaving his face as he ran his fingers through his hair and began to pace. "Does that mean I can help?"
He swallowed the knot in his throat, but nodded. "Yeah, but this is a lot more complicated than you can imagine. A lot more... weird."
"Just... hear me out entirely before you say anything, okay?"
Susan nodded and waited patiently for him to begin. "Okay."
"Good. So, first, Micah out there isn't exactly human..."
Nathan gave her a quick rundown of the basics: who the angels were and the Sins they were trying to find. He told her that Wren had been possessed
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 49Part 49
When presented with undesirable options, make a new one.
Nathan took a deep breath, willing himself to at least appear calm for Susan's sake. "We can't tell anyone about this," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "But I think I know someone who can help. Can you wait here a minute?"
The photographer nodded, wringing her hands, and Nathan picked up his cell phone and made for the front door.
"I'll give him a call."
As soon as he stepped out, however, he tucked the phone away. Still holding the note, and after looking to make sure the hall was clear, he swallowed back his nerves and tried to speak Micah's Name. The words that came from his mouth didn't sound real, and he couldn't believe he was actually speaking them, however soft and shaky they were. The moment the last syllable left his lips, he was aware of another presence with him.
"You know what happened to Lumiel."
Nathan turned towards Micah when he spoke, the angel leaning against the wall, eyes close
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 47Part 47
I have to tell him. I don't want this to get worse...
"Okay! Okay!" He tried to pull back from her, but couldn't compel his body do what he wanted it to, instead continuing with the dance. The angel laughed as she let herself be guided into he next step, hooking her leg around his.
"What's wrong, Nathan?" Dawn asked sweetly, mockingly, meeting his gray-eyed gaze with hers, the smirk on her lips devious. "Feeling like things have gone out of your control?"
The writer clenched his jaw, stepping in time to the music. He twirled her around like the other dancers, pulling her close to his body. He couldn't tell whether his heart was racing in panic or something else. "This isn't funny, Lumiel..."
"No? I think it's hilarious." She laughed again as Nathan picked her up in a lift. Her blue eyes flashed. "I want to be absolutely sure that we're clear this time: you will tell me right now how you know where I'm keeping Avaritia."
"I said okay!" Nathan snapped, his vo