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longer red, his hands clasped loosely in front of him, his
eyes no longer fiery. It was as if his outburst had never
happened.
    Needing to think, Dionysus handed over to
Percy to take care of the formalities. Dionysus barely heard a word
as each new Council member repeated the oaths and was officially
declared a member of the Archangel Council. Instead of listening to
the proceedings, he thought about David. Something had changed in
the boy. Or something was changing. But what? And how? As the
ceremony proceeded, Dionysus couldn’t stop thinking about David’s
rage. Anger, rage, power, the boy, the boy, boy, boy,
boy…
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    G abriel was
unwilling to answer her question until they had both visited
Sampson. Taylor’s seemingly simple inquiry of What am I? was
evidently more complex than she had thought. She wondered whether
Gabriel was withholding the information because it was bad news.
Like perhaps during the act of evolving into an angel, a mutant
gene had formed in her brain that would eventually cause her to
turn purple and grow a third eye. Or maybe a long-dead angel spirit
had inhabited her body and would slowly take over control until she
was merely a trapped voice, unable to participate in her own life.
While those possibilities might seem a bit farfetched, like
something out of a bad sci-fi movie, given all the crazy crap that
Taylor had seen over the last six months of her life—winged angels,
fiery demons, and ugly gargoyles, to name just a few—she wasn’t
about to discount any ideas at this point.
    Unfortunately, Sampson was not permitted to
have visitors when they arrived, so instead, they waited with Kiren
outside his room. Her eyes were closed when they sat down next to
her.
    “Kiren?” Taylor murmured, gently touching her
shoulder. Kiren’s eyelids rose slowly.
    “Taylor…can you save him?” Kiren asked.
    Taylor was taken aback by the question. Save him? She was no doctor. Hell, she could barely take
care of herself when she skinned a knee. “Wha…What do you
mean?”
    “Please save him…like you did Gabriel on the
plateau.”
    Taylor was stunned by Kiren’s request. Of
course, she had healed Gabriel, but now that she thought
about it, she didn’t know how she did it. It was as if a spirit had
inhabited her body and taken control of her, performing incredible
feats that Taylor wasn’t capable of. Sure, she could already
perform simple angel skills, like creating light and increasing the
glow of her body, but she hadn’t even flown yet. “I don’t know
how,” she said.
    “Don’t think…just try,” Kiren said.
    Taylor looked at Gabriel. He shrugged. “It’s
worth a shot.”
    Taylor said, “What if I hurt him more?”
    “You won’t,” Gabriel said.
    “Okay.”
    “I’ll get the doctor,” Gabriel said.
    “Thank you,” said Kiren.
    “Save it until afterwards.”
    At first the doctor—a dark-haired beauty that
could have passed for twenty-two or forty-two—was skeptical about
what they were proposing, but after Gabriel described what Taylor
had done for him on the plateau, and her remarkable transformation,
she became more and more interested in the idea.
    When Gabriel finished, she paused for just a
moment, and then said, “Okay, you can try. But my team needs to be
there to monitor him the entire time and if we say to stop, then
you must stop.”
    “Of course,” Taylor said. Her mind was
whirling, trying to remember what she had done to Gabriel, what
technique she had used, what she had been thinking. Her mind was
blank, as if that particular segment of her memory had been cut out
and tucked away into a drawer full of lost memories. All she could
remember was Gabriel looking dead on the ground and then he was
suddenly awake. She followed the doctor into the room.
    The room was well-lit, a far cry from the
dark, torch-lit tunnels and caverns she typically associated with
the Lair. Sampson was laying on his back on the bed, with his arms
at his side,