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should get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be another long day. There is a lot of talking and
planning that needs to be done. I want you rested.”
“Fine,” I said with a sigh. “Are you going to stay with me?”
“I think I’m going to use your shower then I’m going to go talk to Sariel. But I’ll stay
until you fall asleep if you want.”
I nodded. He didn’t have to stay the rest of the night, but I needed to feel him wrapped
around me for a while.
We shifted around on the mattress so I could lie on the pillow and he could press against
my back. His arm dropped over my hip, and I sighed as I finally started to relax.
“There’s pizza on the counter if you guys are hungry,” I mumbled, my face half pressed
into the pillow.
“Thanks,” he whispered. “Go to sleep.”
His breath gently blew against the hairs at the back of my neck, and it tickled for a
second, but then the world faded to black and I never felt him leave the bed as I fell asleep.
Chapter Eleven
“You guys ate all the pizza?” I complained the next morning. I had opened the box,
hoping to find at least one slice left, but there wasn’t even a piece of dried cheese stuck to the
box.
“You offered,” Elijah said defensively from the living room.
“Well, yeah, but I didn’t think you’d eat it all.” I was starving, and there was no food in
the apartment. If I had been of sound mind the previous afternoon, I would have gone to the
store. It would have killed some more time at least. But no, I’d slunk around the house all day
and moped. What a moron.
I realized as my stomach gave a lurch of hunger that other than a few bites of breakfast I
hadn’t eaten anything the previous day. I’d been so caught up in my own angst, it had slipped my
mind. With my high metabolism, I had to be sure to eat regularly or my body burned through the
Nephilim blood faster than normal. Which was funny, since Elijah had told me that the blood
was what revved my metabolism in the first place. Someone should really write a medical
dictionary for Sub-Human races. Most of us relied on our parents to pass down knowledge of
how our races worked, but mine had died before they’d really filled me in on all the risks and
benefits of blood on my body.
The thought of blood made my head turn toward the fridge. There was a whole box of it
in there. I had taken two steps toward the kitchen when Elijah’s hand pulled at mine.
I turned to see him shaking his head at me. “We’ll go get breakfast. I don’t want you
drinking that unless you absolutely have to.”
“Why?” I asked. “That’s what it’s there for.”
“I know, but I would just feel better if you didn’t feed again right now. Your body is still
processing the blood from yesterday. Right now, it’s a want, not a need.”
“Did I hear someone say breakfast?” Sariel walked into the kitchen to meet us. “I’m
starving.”
“We can walk over to the restaurant Alice got food from yesterday,” I said to the Angels.
The Coney Island was only two blocks from the apartment, and we made it there in just a
few minutes. The place was almost empty, but I requested a booth in the back, far from any other
patrons. I hoped that the guys would talk while we ate. Now that I had gotten some sleep, I was
anxious to know what had happened.
We all ordered coffee and enough food to feed an army. I tried to get Elijah to tell me
what was going on, but he refused to talk until the waitress brought heaping plates of eggs and
bacon and left us to ourselves again.
“Now will you tell me what the fuck happened?” I asked around a mouthful of toast.
“Well, I found Sariel right away,” Elijah said. “He’s been waiting for me to come back
actually.”
“There have been some rumors about what’s going on up here,” Sariel said, picking up
the conversation. “We know that someone is trying to put Armageddon into play, but no one
knows why. It’s definitely not us, and we don’t think it’s Heaven either. From everything we’ve
gathered, someone on Earth is trying to pit the good and evil against each other.”
“Why?” I asked. “What could someone here possibly gain by starting a war? They’d be
lucky to survive the apocalypse themselves, what with all the hellfire and brimstone on Earth and
all that.”
“That’s what I thought,” Elijah said solemnly. “Sariel and I were going through the
prophecies about the Great War, and it doesn’t look like it’s supposed to happen for centuries.
Both sides are just observing for now to see what happens.”
“Well, if it’s not supposed to be happening, then how do you know it will?” I asked.
“Because it is the time of the last son of Sariel,” he said. “Every prophecy refers back to
that one.”
“Then how was that not supposed to be for centuries?” I was so confused. It felt as if I
was missing a chunk of information, and they didn’t realize it.
“Because you’re not supposed to be the last of my line,” Sariel said. “You’re the last son
only because of the circumstances of your parents’ deaths.”
“So you don’t think that the prophecy just didn’t know I would be gay?” I asked with a
smirk.
“No,” Sariel said, a hint of sadness to his tone. “Your parents were not supposed to die.”
“I don’t think this is the place to get into that,” Elijah said quickly. “We’ll talk about the
rest when we get back to the apartment.”
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