Of course, her unique ability is a bit tougher to handle. She's learned tricks over the years to deal with it. The only thing she doesn't know is why she has this gift. Or is it a curse?
Zephyr watched the man who had been staring at her when she arrived. He sat in the middle of the room with two other men. They didn’t speak; each seemed to be off in their own little world.
Now that he wasn’t gawking like a fish, she took the moment to examine him closer. A plain, dark blue shirt showed well-defined muscles. Probably compensating for what was lacking in his pants. She smirked at the thought. His face wasn’t bad, though. Well shaven, nice lips and beautiful eyes that she couldn’t tell if they were black or dark brown. His neatly trimmed hair would be cuter if he let it grow out into long dreadlocks. She loved the style and thought it was beautiful.
When he caught her staring at him, she didn’t flinch. He quickly dropped his gaze to his hands.
Odd. Most men she crossed paths with had two reactions to her: either puffing out their chest like a strutting peacock, or sneering at her like it was an insult she was looking. Excuse her for checking a guy out. She turned her attention back to her notebook, dismissing him. Irritation bolted through her when she noticed a new poem scrawled around the doodle she had been working on.
They left behind their home
In you they seek the truth
With dark eyes the path lies
Truth revealed when he speaks
Thy breath to keep
Less you sleep eternal sleep
She shoved the notebook into her bag quickly. A wary glance around showed no one paying her any mind. What a relief. The last thing she wanted here was questions about her poetry.
All her life, her hands had refused to listen to her. They wrote even as she slept. Every morning she woke with ink on her arms, cryptic messages smudged. When conscious, the urge was stronger. Her fingers twitched to abandon whatever task she was doing. Over time, she learned to keep plenty of spare pens around and a few notebooks handy.
With Michael gone, the mantle of leadership falls to Zadekiel. In this time of darkness, with tempers running short, Zade struggles to guide his brothers. Hope comes in the form of a green haired woman with a unique gift. She represents a way back to the path they lost when Michael disappeared.
Zephyr fills books with cryptic poetry, a powerful compulsion, which is more a curse than a blessing. With no control over her ability, she struggles to live a normal life. When she meets Zade, he insists her ability is a gift from God. Reluctantly, she agrees to join the cause–it’s hard to dispute a man with wings.
Now the path is found, but one question remains. Will it lead to further darkness?
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