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In hell, I hadn’t been the only rebel in cruel hands. Elijah was a warrior angel who was on a mission very similar to mine, hence our powerful bond.
Nodding, I kissed the top of Anita’s hair then chewed and swallowed my orange slice.
Elijah offered another piece while saying, “But he loves his sons.”
Taking a moment to enjoy the orange, I moaned, “I love this fruit—”
Fruit… My eyes welled. “What is wrong with me?”
He smirked. “How much time do you have?”
Playfully, I kicked his knee.
He chuckled for only a few seconds. Then his smile faded. Affectionately holding the foot that just kicked him, he said, “Your father says…”
I yanked my foot from him, curling my leg back to Anita’s body.
He exhaled, “That you must see this through. Enough interference has set fates in motion.”
My anger spiked. “Tell him I said thanks for nothing.”
He cringed. “You’re sounding … human.”
“How’s this for human. Fuck off!”
“Back to your mood swings. You are transitioning into a carrier.”
“A what-er?”
He placed a hand on Anita’s belly then stared at me.
I swallowed my orange. Hard. “That’s impossible.”
Yes, gods had offspring, but the process was far more mystical and boring versus the miracle of growing a baby from within. “What’s wrong?” I quickly asked when Elijah hissed, touching Anita.
“It’s true,” he rasped.
I started to panic. “What is true? Why can’t I see what you see?”
He sat back on his butt. “Because you fell in love. Now almost all rules are null and void, putting you too close to their paths.”
“Whose paths?”
His finger flickered toward Anita. “Her twin girls.”
I froze. Two miracles…
He pushed back his sweatshirt hood to pull out his hair, which was so full of soot, I had no idea of its true color. “Are you losing it altogether? Do you not see this girl’s short and horrid fate?”
I shoved her at him. “Take her and the babies! I’ll sacrifice!”
Anita’s eyes opened until he demanded, “Sleep.” His wings had briefly popped open but closed after she passed out again, now in Elijah’s lap.
I scurried to my knees. “Feel her,” I cried. “So precious. Save. Her. Them,” I begged.
Other children had come and gone, but Onus wasn’t letting Anita be sold. I had assumed it was because she’d been violated so many times, there was no way of knowing who had impregnated her. That no Fallen God wanted their child sold into slavery.
Again, I was wrong. Those cold, calculated men didn’t care in the slightest. There were dollar bills on every infant’s head. Wait until they find out there are two of them.
