Page 39 of The Nephilim's Touch
“Yep. Try it.” I press a kiss to his palm. I have to wonder if how he calms me is part of his magic or just his presence calms me because it’s Gabe.
He rests his hand on my stomach. His fingers glow white and ropes of energy wrap around me. Gabe gasps and pulls away, taking the energy with him.
“It took so much effortanda feather to do that when we met.”
“A feather?”
“Yeah, my feathers always help my magic. But this is a game changer.” He presses his hand to my stomach again and repeats the magic ropes. They wrap around my chest in an intricate pattern. His eyes glow and he lifts his hand, bringing me off the bed.
Gabe gets too excited and I crash back down, hoping not to break his bed.
“You’re such a good teacher, Van!” Gabe straddles my waist and presses kisses to my lips over and over.
“Don’t get carried away. You just followed directions. We’ll have to practice every day, and perhaps that book of yours has more information. It might tell you what your magic does.”
With that, Gabe races from the room.
Gabe
My ass doesn’t hurt like it had before when I’d let partners have their way with me. Maybe a dull ache, but nothing that feels like sandpaper against my delicate button. I grab the book from The Magic Shop off the couch and race back to my room.
“I haven’t gotten it to work since that day in The Magic Shop. The day we met.” I hand Van the book.
“It worked for me. That day you had the blowout. We chatted.”
The book remains empty as we talk about it. “When it worked, I had a feather. I’ll probably need one again just to get it to work.” I drop on the bed with a huff. “Unless…” I hold the book and take a deep breath. “Work.”
And nothing.
I poke the cover a few times. “Pretty please? How do Ibea nephilim?”
Be Yourselfcomes across the cover and I suck in a breath.
“That’s exactly how it did me. I said something, and it gave me a snarky ass response back. Not a fan.”
“I need more than that,” I say. Hoping for more. “Just a little more. I’m always myself.”
Embrace Your Nephilim-Self.
“How?” I cry out the word, begging to be shown the way.
The words fade from the cover.
Van’s fingers drag down my back. “Perhaps… you need to let your wings out.”
“I can’t.” I push off the bed. “Terrible things happen when my wings are out. When my feathers shed.” I hug myself. But… Van wasn’t a terrible thing. He’s just what I needed.
Something flutters out of the corner of my eye and I snatch up the Empress/Consort tarot card that’s been taunting me. It hangs upside down, staring at me. “What do you want?”
Perhaps Self-Love And Care Are In Order?Now the book speaks again.Get In Touch With Your Nephilim-Self.
“No.”
“I’ll help you,” Van rubs my back again. “You still view yourself as human. You’re not human, Gabe. You’re a nephilim. I think the book’s right. You need to learn to embrace your full-self.”
“How do I do that when I can’t allow my feathers to fall into the wrong hands? They’re too powerful. If someone like… like…” I search my brain for something. “Like Drake got a hold of one, they could do devastating things.”
“Such as?” Van brushes hair from my eyes.
