Ahem, sorry. But you do get a feel for how things are going for my angel boys after what happened at the end of book one. Don't know what I'm talking about? Grab Michael for 99cents and find out, then come back and read the teaser.
Sparks burst into the air, shooting into the plumes of smoke and reaching for the stars above. Zade watched the dancing yellow and orange flames. Fire held no prejudice. It devoured everything with equal vigor. Wood. Grass. Flesh. It consumed all, leaving nothing but a pile of ash.
When the flames died and the embers cooled, Zade, Gabe and Joe sifted through the warm remains. They broke up pieces of bones and spread the ash. Fresh dirt covered any evidence. The sun was rising as they finished, birds singing to welcome the new day.
Silence hung between the three brothers as they trudged, soot-covered, back to the hotel. Joe and Gabe collapsed on the bed and were asleep in seconds. Zade slumped into a stiff chair next to a table in the corner. His thoughts flitted to a nice hot shower, but his legs refused to carry him to the bathroom, and sleep claimed him quickly.
Light streamed through the curtains when he woke. The sun was slowly disappearing behind the skyscrapers. Muscles protested as Zade pushed to his feet. He shuffled past his unconscious brothers to the bathroom. The water turned black as he washed the grime and dirt away. A quick shave rid the stubble from his chin. He ran a hand over his hair. He’d need a haircut soon. When he was a toddler, his mother had let his hair grow into an unruly Afro and he remembered the pain whenever she had tried to tame it. Never again. But that had to wait for another day; it was time to wake Joe and Gabe.
“Hope you didn’t use all the hot water,” Joe grumbled, stretching.
“Don’t be such a baby.” The remark earned Zade a glower. He turned from his moody brother to Gabe, who was sprawled across the bed, snoring softly. Zade smacked his shoulder. “Get up. Sun is setting and the Fallen don’t stop.”
Gabe muttered a string of obscenities, pulling the pillow over his head. Zade punched him once more, then turned to the small coffee maker. The brew the hotel offered was horrid and bitter, but the aroma was enough to stir Gabe better than Zade could.
Zade returned to the chair he had slept in, cup of coffee in hand, and watched the street below. People lingered in the dying sunlight and pigeons scurried among their feet. A movement drew his attention to the building opposite the hotel. Through a window, a couple argued. The woman threw a shoe at the man, and then stormed across the room. The man followed, arms waving angrily as he shouted at her. Zade tore his gaze away from the scene, looking past the city to what couldn’t be seen.
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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PS: I posted Chapter 4 to Out of Secrets on Wattpad, so when you're done pre-ordering Zadekiel, you can go read that, RIGHT? ;)