Chloe's Guardian (The Nephilim Redemption Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

and studied the spot. “I think it’s the thing .” The food had distracted her, and she had almost missed it. “See? Right there.”
    “It isn’t.”
    “You’re not even looking. Look. It might be it!”
    “No.”
    “See where I’m pointing? Would you look?”
    He glanced for less than a second and shook his head.
    It flashed again. She concentrated on the spot. And it clearly was a plane. Disappointed, she sat back down. Her appetite was gone. She was there for another sign, not to gain five pounds on junk food. This guy didn’t seem that intent on finding anything . Maybe she should be more careful.
    “Do you think we could do something to summon him?”
    “I don’t imagine so. Do you like to dance?” Another bottle rattled from his pack and he popped the top with a church key.
    “Dance? No, not really. Well, sometimes. Not now. Anyway, how do you think we can find it?”
    “How about hang gliding? Or bungee jumping?”
    “What? No. I’m talking about the thing. ”
    “But I want to know about you. What do you like to do? Do you enjoy revelry? You like beer, yes, when you have not signed away your right to drink it?”
    “I was hoping you were going to help me here.”
    “You are being obsessive. Let’s talk about something more interesting. Did you know this ale is one of the most expensive in the world? What do you think of that?”
    What did she think? That all she hoped for was to see it again, to be reassured that life was okay, that someone would have noticed if she wasn’t going to be around anymore, that some supernatural wonderful being wanted her to know she mattered.
    “You like eating, yes? I know some excellent restaurants. There is one in Paris—”
    “Stop it. I have a boyfriend.”
    He shrugged. “That won’t be a problem.”
    “What’s wrong with you? Of course it’s a problem.”
    “It doesn’t have to be.”
    “All that beer is going to your head.”
    “I was just thinking of something enjoyable we could do together. I thought we might keep each other company. Dum viviumus, vivamus. I could show you a good time.” His voice was grumpy now. His words were slurred and unhappy.
    “You’re too old for me, for one thing.”
    He made a disgusted sound. “How old are you?”
    “Almost eight—seventeen. I’m only seventeen. I’m still in high school for your information. How old are you? Twenty-two? Three?”
    “Where I come from, almost eighteen-year-olds have families, run households, know how to have fun .”
    “Like I said, I’m taken.” If he hadn’t seen the thing too, she’d be out of there so fast.
    Horatius studied the girl while he sipped another beer. She was truly quite beautiful, in an unusual way. Not like the women who tried to look like a thousand other women, with the same straight flat hair, the same painted face, the same sameness. This girl was different. With a spark in her eyes. She might be a fun companion for a time of frivolity. If she’s not too impertinent.
    But her eyes would not turn from the sky. She truly was obsessed. Maybe it was a bad idea to say he’d seen the angel. His brain was not functioning at its best. Yesterday after he saved her and transfigured back to his human form, he went down off the headland and ran into a group of traveling graduate students. They befriended him in exchange for his endless supply of alcohol and exotic weed. Compliments of his powers of transmutation. He could change any matter into other matter.
    In the wee hours of the morning, he’d fallen asleep next to their van in the car park, but when he awoke, they and their van were gone. How could he have been so weak? He had vowed to himself after the last debacle when he nearly lost his head that he’d never touch drink again. But the group’s joviality was contagious and swept him up. Just one bottle turned to many, and before he realized, he had failed. Again.
    He looked down at the bottle in his hand and had to banish the impulse to feel