Page 15 of Destined for Eternity
Melena paced the living room. “And after all the work we did freeing them from that awful place. Now the angels pull this crap, threatening to put more innocent children in Purgatory.”
“That is why I’m here.” At this point, Bartol would do anything if it would help his child. Even visit Lucas and Melena’s house and deal with Kerbasi.
Lucas rubbed his chin. “This will require some thought.”
“We have one day. Actually, twenty-two hours.”
Melena directed her attention toward Kerbasi. “Go grab Ariel. Tell her it’s an emergency and that we need her in here right away.”
The guardian bowed. “Your wish isevermy command.”
“If only.” Melena snorted.
He hurried away. A moment later they heard a loud scream from the camper. “Kerbasi, I’m in the shower. Get out!”
Ariel had quite the shrill voice when she was upset.
Bartol shook his head. “That fool has no sense.”
“I’m sure they’ll be along shortly.” Melena gestured at him. “Come to the kitchen. We were just about to have dinner, so you can join us.”
His stomach rumbled. He hadn’t had time to eat before heading over. “Who is cooking?”
Melena narrowed her eyes at him. “If I said it was me, what would you do?”
“Go to McDonald’s after we’re finished here.” Bartol wouldn’t even mind standing in line with strangers if it meant avoiding Melena’s terrible concoctions.
She pointed a finger at him. “You know, I do cook some things well.”
“I ate her pancakes yesterday and managed to hold them down,” Lucas offered. His wary gaze said it was a close thing, though.
“That’s okay. I’m not that hungry.”
Melena let out a loud sigh. “Micah cooked. You’ll be fine.”
Lucas’ twin brother could prepare meals nearly as well as Cori. “Then I will eat.”
“Of course, you will. Jackass!” She stomped ahead of them.
“How is your mate?” Lucas asked as they passed the dining room and entered the kitchen eating area.
Bartol settled on one of the barstools. “She is well, though moody at times.”
“That’s normal,” Micah said, standing at the stove. “Carrying a baby affects a woman’s hormones.”
If any nephilim would know about such things, it would be Micah. He had a nerou daughter himself, and he was a healer who kept up with modern medicine. Every one of their kind got special abilities concentrated in a particular area. Micah could heal better than just about anyone, while Lucas was an impressive fighter. Together, the twins could take on the world if they wanted.
Bartol accepted a plate of shrimp Creole. It looked excellent—as good as anything he could have found in New Orleans. Not that he’d visited the city in over a century, but he still recalled the food with fond memories.
They were nearly finished with their meal when Ariel and Kerbasi came into the house and joined them, the two bickering back and forth.
“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before,” the guardian argued.
The former archangel snorted. “Your prisoners hardly count. Just because you forced them to sit in their freezing cells naked doesn’t mean you are an expert in physical anatomy or have the right to see my body.”
“Believe me, I took no pleasure in it.” He sneered. “You need to eat more. I could see your ribs, and your skin is paler than a ghost.”
Ariel’s eyes began to glow a golden-red color, reflecting her archangel heritage and time in Hell. “Melena, would you shoot him, please?”
