Not liking knowing that, I just said, “Okay, then let’s go.”
Yeah, this fucking sucked.
Chapter 7
Elisabeth~
When I walked into the observation room, the first thing that I noticed was how big and beautiful Bodhi Salmen was.He was easily six-foot-a few inches, and his dark brown hair had a shine to it that you only saw in shampoo commercials.His face was also perfectly symmetrical, and though his eyes weren’t swirling like Lazarus had claimed, they were a shade of brown that I hadn’t ever seen before.
As for the rest of him, while he was wearing basic patient scrubs, the drab clothing didn’t take away from how magnificently built he was.Even dressed from head to toe, you could tell that he was perfectly honed, and he was seriously too beautiful to be real, and so I could see how Lazarus found him interesting enough to drag me into this.
“Mr.Salmen, I’m Dr.Batya, and I was told that you would like to speak with me,” I said as I took a seat across from him at the metal table.
“Elisheva, you are here,” he stated simply, and my back immediately straightened with the familiar moniker.
During my early years, I used to have these dreams that most people would view as nightmares, though I couldn’t ever remember feeling scared in any of them.While I couldn’t recall the exact age that they’d started, I could remember being only four or five when I kept getting...for a lack of a better word,calledto this darkness that had always greeted me with open arms.
As I’d gotten older, they hadn’t come as frequently, but whenever they’d had, it’d always been the same scenario; me being beckoned by red-eyed, dark, wispy demons.In the dreams, they’d felt like friends, but I knew better now.As an adult, I could clearly identify that they hadn’t been my friends, and that I’d only had one friend with me during the dreams.
As Bodhi Salmen eyed me knowingly, I was hit with a familiarity that I didn’t want to acknowledge.During those dreams, I’d had a friend with me, a little boy that wouldn’t ever let me go play with the demons, and he’d been a scrawny thing with dark brown hair and deep brown eyes, and I had called him Russ because that’s the only name that I’d known him by.
This couldn’t be happening.
Pulling my mind back from traveling down that dark rabbit hole, I said, “My name is Elisabeth Batya, Mr.Salmen.It is not Elisheva.”
“Oh, but it is,” he replied smoothly.“Elisheva is the Hebrew version of Elizabeth, and Elisabeth is just a preferred spelling of Elizabeth.”
Just then, his eyes began to swirl like a wave of warmth, but I refused to acknowledge it.It could be simple parlor tricks, and with the internet at everyone’s fingertips today, he could have done a deep dive on me to make it seem like he knew things that he couldn’t possibly know.After all, that’s how people got scammed out of thousands when they really should know better.
Ignoring his response, I said, “Tell me why I’m here, Mr.Salmen.Why did you ask for me?”
“Perhaps we should invite Dr.Copeland to join us,” he suggested.“While he is no doubt listening and observing in the other room, I feel as if he should be here for this.”
Before I could agree or disagree, Lazarus opened the door, then took a seat in the extra chair that was positioned in the corner of the room, directly behind my left shoulder.For whatever reason, this made Bodhi smile, but it wasn’t a warm smile; it was a calculating one.
“What do you know about Archangels, Elisheva?”he asked, his gaze returning to my face.
