Fall From Grace(102)

Lea walked to the other side, took Grace’s hand, and held up her wrist.  “Hope.  It’s what’s tattooed on her wrist.”

“Love on this one,” Shane sighed.

“Faith is on the back of her neck,” Lea whispered. “Do you believe in heaven, Shane?”

His features changed from angry to agony.  It twisted my soul into knots.

“She’ll go right to heaven, Lea, and I bet it’s the most beautiful place ever created.  She’ll sing and all the angels will turn their heads to listen.”

Lea’s tears fell faster, and her body started shaking with sobs. “No, she won’t.  She doesn’t ever get to go to heaven!”

My essence vibrated, shimmers of heat washed through me.  Oh my God, she was going to tell Shane!

Shane brushed a finger over Grace’s check and I could swear I felt the heat on mine.

“She was a good person, Lea.  She’ll go to heaven.”

“No, Shane.  You don’t get it!”  Through her tears, Lea rambled the almost incoherent explanation.  “She was there, before Noah and the Ark and the flood.  Her soul was there when the angels fell in love with the humans.  They called them the Watchers, The Grigori.  They made a pact together to marry the human women, to teach them to see clearly, there were like two hundred of them.  They became fallen angels and when they married the women, they gave birth to the Nephilim, and they were all punished. She was the only one who never had a child. That’s her so called ex-boyfriend, Shane. She’s been looking for an angel for...”

“Stop,” Shane whispered.  He didn’t look at Lea, but her mouth clamped shut, astonished that she said everything she did.  Her hands clasped her mouth and she sobbed even harder.

Shane slid up to Grace’s face and cupped her chin. “That’s f*cking impossible! Grace!  Wake up!”  He shook her body.

Lea pulled him away, “What the hell are you doing!  Get off her. You’re going to kill her faster!”

He bolted up, looking suspiciously at the ceiling, hands covering his mouth; he dropped to his knees.  “Gabriel,” he whispered.

My mind reeled. He was calling for Gabriel?  He knew Gabriel? I tried to jump down through the hole to him, but the ceiling of the hospital room, even though transparent was solid.  I stomped on the invisible floor, suspended somewhere between heaven and hell.

I watched Shane run through the hallways of the hospital yelling for Gabriel.

Through my tears, I set my focus on Gabriel, as he remained stoic, drinking his still steaming coffee.  I ran to the table and pushing it with every ounce of strength I had, propelled it into the air.  Coffee and cream flew through the air, but Gabriel stayed unaffected.

I stood in front of him and dropped my eyes to his level.  “Shane?  Gabriel, it was Shane?”

The edge of his stupid lips curled up the slightest bit, as if he was laughing at me inside.  “Not really the most intricate plot twist, Grace, you should have seen it coming.”

I pushed him. Of course, he didn’t move, but I pushed him again anyway.  “Go to him, Gabriel!”  I grabbed at his shirt and balled the material into my fists.  “You are going to go to him. Then you are going to come back here and tell me what I need to do to be with him again!  Put me back in that body!”

His gaze stayed steady on mine.

“Don’t tell me that was my one chance.  Tell me the truth.  For once in your existence, do what’s right, and tell me what’s going on!”  I kneeled down in front of him.