Page 14 of House of Kallan
She did suddenly look a little green. I nodded. “Yep. And an entire army of shifters locked in their hybrid states and controlled by a chip implanted deep within their brains. They’re like robots.”
Taylour shook her head and took a step back. “I really don’t want to know anymore.”
I gave her a sad smile. “Sometimes, it’s better to know the horrors we face than walk around blindly,” I said, looking down at Shadow. He yawned and leaned back in the stroller, cuddling his fox to his chest.
Tobiael
It had been morethan a week and I had tried so many things to see this woman again. I didn’t know her name and no matter who I asked, no one seemed to know who I was talking about. ‘A divine goddess who took a broken, almost dead woman from me’ was apparently not enough of a description.
Honestly, I didn’t remember what she looked like. Yeah, that sounded stupid when I was obsessing over her, and my soul was fractured waiting for her reappearance in my life, but I wasn’t seeingherexactly. I was feeling her. I was seeing her soul. Mesmerized by how perfectly right she was for me. For us.
There were apparently eighteen divine monsters working within Haven, and I had no idea which one I was looking for. She was female; that’s as much as I knew. Which, ironically, didn’t drop the eighteen divine monsters down at all. Apparently, there was only female divinity there.
In the last week, I’ve been obsessively stalking every woman I could find in Haven looking for her. No amount of questioning gave me anything useful. I needed a meet-cute, and I simply wasn’t getting one.
Especially now when someone saw me coming and frowned. I was adisruption.
Likely I was in the way. So instead, I volunteered to be a runner and just do errands for them, retrieving whatever they asked of me. I’d change bedding or… okay, not diapers. They allowed me to do this for three days and then told me (kindly, at least) that I was still in the way.
Thus, I was sitting in my house and pouting as I stared out the window. Yesterday, I’d resorted to trying to convince my husbands to go to Haven for literally any reason at all. Rahael had at least entertained me by going. I could tell when he got home by the amusement on his face that he hadn’t seen her. He hadn’t even felt her!
I sighed in frustration.
“Stop grumbling,” Hawthorn said.
Glaring at him, I turned a little more fully, so he had my back.
Hawthorn chuckled.
“You could go find her for yourself,” I said, crossing my arms. At this point, they were humoring me. They thought that in a time of duress, I’d subconsciously attached myself to someone who had come to the rescue.
There was no way for me to convince them that just wasn’t the case. Yes, I was stressed. I could hear that woman screaming through the fucking walls. Her soul was halfway out of her body!
I was confident I wouldn’t have responded to anyone else the way I had her. I knew. Everything inside me knew. That was her. That was our wife.
But my damn husbands weren’t on board.
Admittedly, I got a little strung when I was faced with a lot of souls in turmoil. I didn’t always go on retrievals because I couldn’t take the battered, bruised, and tortured souls. Angels had a particular sense of soul-searching, which was mostly useless outside of situations like this. Archangels got all the good stuff. In my opinion, angels were kind of lame as far as the cosmic goods we were gifted.
Tortured souls hit me particularly hard. Since that was theonly kind we ever came across during retrievals, it was usually Rahael that went with them.
I went last week because it was my team. My close group of friends. It just felt like I needed to be there. To be with them. I wasn’t sure why I felt so strongly about it. In hindsight, I thought it was because I’d meet our wife.
Not that I could convince anyone else of that.
Glaring at Hawthorn again, I stared out the window, trying to decide what to do next. How was I going to find this woman? Ineededher.
Hawthorn pulled me to him. He was sitting on the bench seat at the window with me, reading, because he was all smart like that and always read things with classic writing that just gave me a headache. I let him pull me in and leaned against his chest. When his lips brushed my ear, I shivered.
“You convinced the Nephilim to offer their magic. If your girl is there, I’m sure they’ll run into her,” he said.
Biting my lip, I tried to believe him, but I was beginning to wonder if maybe she wasn’t always there. Maybe, like us, it was circumstantial. She was only there because Kohara had been in a meeting and notified everyone we were on the way with a severely injured individual.
Hell, I hadn’t even noticed whatkindof archangel she was.
Had I made her up? The thought made me sick to my stomach. It wouldn’t be the first time that I’d dreamed something while I was eyes deep within the screams of a dying soul. But not this. I didn’t make her up!
“Why didn’t anyone know who I was talking about when I told them I handed the dying woman to her?” I asked quietly.
