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Waiting.

I remain silent.

My jaw aches from grinding it, waiting for him to get the picture, and I don’t breathe easily until he exits the booth and heads for the pews.

His confession is like a drill to the temple. The hypocrisy, the lies, my part in it all.

The need to escape overwhelms me until, irate, erratic,frantic, I burst out of the confessional. The sudden explosion of sound echoes around the chapel, jerking his attention onto me before he returns to his penance.

That’s when I see her again.

Before I have a chance to regulate my breathing, she’s standing before me, like the light peering through the clouds.

I inhale deeply enough that it helps calm me, and her eyes soften at the sight.

She’s beautiful.

So fucking beautiful that I don’t even know what she’s doing here.

Unless...

My throat closes.

Maybe sheisan angel.

Myangel.

My salvation.

CHAPTER 27

Savio

Back To Black - Amy Winehouse

Unaware of my epiphany, Andrea studies me in turn.

Taking note of her outfit, I see that she’s wearing what she did yesterday but doesn’t look like a bag of dirty laundry. Her loose-limbed stance makes my dick hard, which is a miracle in itself considering the state of me.

There’s an air about her that’s no longer innocent.

Knowing.

I want to grimace because I tarnished that. I took her virginity, and more blood stains my soul as a result, but I find comfort in knowing the truth...

The second I’m free from this life, she’ll be mine.

I’ll make reparations.

I’ll be worthy of her.

I’llearnthe right to keep her.

In the low light, her hair shouldn’t glint the way it does, but there are little twinkles that glitter. It reminds me of the halo of light around her from the hall last evening, the gold shimmer of her wings as she rode me, and I shiver, suddenly feeling the presence of the Divine.

I don’t think she’s Nephilim, but I do believe she is in my path for a reason.

She is my destination.

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