Give Me Desire (Reason Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A

of chicken and vegetables. Soup, perhaps?
    "No, Seraphina," I hear him say, and my eyes scan the kitchen and the living room. There's no one that I can see.  
    Who's Seraphina? I wonder.  
    "She's his teacher," a familiar female voice says, and I spin around, stumbling into the chair next to the door in an ungraceful manner. Though the room is lit only by one soft light in the corner, I can clearly see that no one is in the room with me.  
    "Wha-?" I start to say.  
    "No need to talk aloud, Princess. I can hear you."  
    I shake my head. Princess? Wait, the dream.... I let the thought stop and I shiver.  
    "'Twas no dream. You are an angel, Vivienne, and a very special one at that."  
    How can this be happening?  
    "It is who you are, Vivienne, who you were always meant to be."
    But if this is what I'm supposed to be, why then has all this... Words fail me as I let the reality of my dream sink in.  
    "Why have you had the life you've had? Well, your mother was once one of us, as well."
    Once?
    "She has fallen. She is one of our fallen angels. Though she has not sinned against the angels, she's chosen her own path."
    She doesn't say any more, and I don't need any further explanation from her. My mother made her choice, her decision to be who she is. There is nothing I can do about that. She never showed any willingness to change her situation. She just kept on doing what she was doing. In a sense, I understand addiction and how it takes ahold of a person, but she never once expressed any need or desire to quit. Nor did she ever try on her own to quit.  
    Dread washes through me. I was never religious and have never gone to church, but I've read enough literature to know what heaven and hell are.  
    "Heaven and hell do not exist in that form, my child. When in your dreams you are in Elysium. Though very like heaven, it is far from it. Hell is a loose interpretation of what it is. Though Dante got it right."
    Dante's Inferno ?
    "That's the one. Your mother, though fallen as she is, will not go to hell. She will still be among the souls in heaven, as you call it. Her choices and her actions were ruled by her substance abuse, and while she made all the wrong decisions in that life, she's never actually done anything to send her to hell."
    But what about me? What about all the things she's done or let be done to me? Tears of frustration form. I understand what she's saying, truly I do, but what about the fact that she never so much as tried to protect me?  
    Realization dawns anew and I understand her words. I would never want to see my mother in hell. My mother is in a living, breathing hell of her own, lost inside her mind and trapped in a body that is riddled by her choices.  
    "Very well done, Vivienne. You're right - she suffers enough as it is right now. She does not need to suffer more. When she comes upon us, she will be free of her living prison, free of pain and suffering. Perhaps one day she will make amends with you."
    Who are you? I ask inside my head, then fight the urge to go running and screaming from this room because I'm talking to someone or something inside my mind.  
    A soft laughter echoes around in my mind. "You are not crazy, dearest Vivienne. I am Zirah." The dream. “I am assigned to be your guide and your teacher, just like Seraphina is Mikah's."
    Mikah's name brings me back to the present, to this room. Does Mikah know about me?  
    "He knows, more or less. The two of you have been having the same dreams; he is seeing the same as you are seeing in Elysium. However, he does not know that you're aware of being an angel when you’re awake, and more than that, he does not yet see that the dream is shared and that you know he, too, is an angel.”
    I smile slightly at the idea that I know what he is, but he doesn’t yet know that I know.  
    I smile wider as the memory of Mikah, asleep with his head on my bed when I woke up from the coma, comes to me. I knew instantly that his presence in the