As much as I still wanted answers, he had dismissed us, and if he really was an Archangel, then I couldn’t see us changing his mind.
Chapter 9
Elisabeth~
After having been dismissed by Bodhi or Ramiel or whoever the hell he was, we were in Lazarus’ office, and I could admit to being a bit shaken up by that storm of blindsiding.Never in my life had I’d been so continuously caught off guard by anything.
“So, what do you think?”
Lazarus was sitting behind his desk while I was sitting in one of the armchairs positioned in front of said desk, and though his office was utilitarian enough, there were still a few personal touches throughout the room, which surprised me for some reason.However, maybe I just didn’t know the man as well as I’d thought.
“I think that Bodhi Salmen is a very gifted charlatan,” I told him, telling him what he wanted to hear.“I think that his confidence is very convincing, and that he could probably sell snow to an Eskimo.”
“You don’t believe him at all?”he questioned, his brows knitted in thought.
“No,” I answered, semi-lying, but he didn’t need to know that.“Are you telling me that you do?”
Instead of answering my question with a yes or no, he asked, “What about the dreams?What about knowing about our night together?”
“I’ve already given you possible explanations for that,” I reminded him.“There’s nothing that he said that can’t be explained away, Russ.”
“What about the scar on your ankle?”he asked.“It looked exactly like someone tried to grab you.”
“You think that there aren’t pictures of me on the internet barefoot and in shorts?”I laughed humorlessly.“It’s not something that I ever go out of my way to cover up.”
“Then explain how it’s possible that we had the same nightmares as children,” he challenged.“Explain that to me.”
“All children have had common nightmares about the boogeyman,” I drawled out.“Why would we be any different?”
“And his eyes?”he asked, his voice clipped, obviously annoyed with me.“How in the fuck do you explain that, Lissa?”
“A parlor trick,” I automatically answered.“Contacts...take your pick.”
Lazarus ran his hands through his hair, and I didn’t blame him.As much as I wanted to find logic in everything that Bodhi had said to us, it really was hard to ignore some of what he’d said, and that’s what Lazarus was struggling with.Unlike me, he wasn’t used to religion as a base for his patients’ disorders, so he hadn’t had to dissect religious belief the way that I’d had.In fact, I’d guarantee that he’d probably been way too impressed with how much I knew about Archangels, but everything that I knew about religion was because it was my job to know, and that included disciplines beyond the Catholic faith.
Shaking his head, Lazarus asked, “What about your name?”
