Page 9 of Silent Knight

“I never knew who, but I knew someone was watching over me, quiet and valiant. Yeah, that’s what I call you.”

“I like it.”

I sighed and sat back. “But this Diabolus was looking for you, not me.”

“Yes. As I said I am unique. One of a kind some would say. Abaddon is my father and my mother an angel, I do not know her name. I was born both in lava and water, in light and darkness. Touched by the Great Divine and cursed by Hell itself. Abaddon wants me to sit at his side knowing it would bring war to both good and evil…much like you. But I never will. Diabolus thought if he brought me to him, it would give him all the riches he could ever want. He didn’t realize you are more valuable than me. He only knew I cherished you and protected you.” He chuffed.

“Funny if you think about it. Diabolus had a chance to hand you over to Abaddon but didn’t realize the treasure he held.”

My mind was reeling. He loved me, his mom was an angel, Senon’s dad killed my mom, who was a Great Divine, demons are not only real but they tried to eviscerate me…Do I have magical powers?

A plate was placed in front of me full of seasoned chicken, veggies, and fingerling potatoes.

“Wow that was fast.”

Senon shrugged. “I have a way of speeding things up.”

So, magic is real.

I tucked into the meal, surprising even myself with how I could eat after having all this information thrust upon me.

Once I was done, I sat back and realized I was alone. I slipped off the stool and meandered around the large space.

There was a corridor on the opposite side of where I was standing, and I made my way down it. I passed a bathroom that was insanely luxurious. A clawfoot tub, ivory and gold settings, a large window overlooking a forest—which, weird since we were inside a mountain.

“Senon?” I called out when I reached what appeared to be the master bedroom.

“Ezra.” Drying his wet hair, he entered the room from a door off to the side. “Apologies, I tried to tell you I was going to wash up but you were absorbing everything I had told you.”

“I have so many questions and?—”

“I imagine you do.” He motioned toward a sitting area hugged by enormous bay windows.

I sat in one of the plush chairs and he did the same.

“Where are your wings?” I couldn’t believe I’d only just realized they weren’t on display.

“They tuck away when I am not in need of them.”

I nodded, that seemed reasonable. “So, the powers of good and evil both want us dead?”

“In a manner of speaking. My father would much rather I sit beside him but he is not a stupid demon. He realizes I could and would never. He would rather I die than fight on the side of the Great Divine.”

“And would you fight beside the ones who helped murder my biological mother?”

Senon sat across from me, his gaze boring into mine as if I truly were as precious as he claimed.

“No. Perhaps at one time I might have but, Ezra, understand something. I am born of darkness and light. When I kill I do it without remorse, and yet I warm at the sight of a man rescuing kittens.”

I chuckled. “You’re an enigma.”

“Perhaps.”

“Off topic…what’s with the Christmas treeandthe menorah?”

Senon smiled so brightly my heart practically burst with how gorgeous he was.

“You celebrate both. You are Jewish, your father was and when Sylvia gave you his last name it was to honor that. But many foster families you have been with celebrated Christmas. During the holidays in twenty ten you claimed how you loved both Christmas and Chanukah.”

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