next question out loud.
Emma, what are we going to do now?
“I don’t really know. This is unprecedented. Seraph Gabriel was the failsafe. I don’t know how he lost control.” Emma sighed and stepped away from Jason’s comforting embrace.
Is Everett planning to end the world? Could it possibly be that bad? Jason wanted to keep her in his arms. This talk of Hell and angels made him want her close.
Emma let her feet touch the ground. Her hiking boots left scrolling, star-shaped treads in the soft snow as she began to walk. Jason followed as if she had his heart on a leash.
“Everett wants Earth to be Hell. He wants Heaven to be Hell. He’s like a Devil’s minion.” Emma tilted her head back, and her long, blond curls skimmed her rump. She held her hands to her mouth as if the simple motion would deliver her words to the clouds. “Everett is the Devil’s bitch!” She turned her hands into tight fists. “I can’t think of a way to stop him, Jason.”
Jason hated his next question, but the filter his mouth gave him did not apply to his thoughts. Will you know when your time is up?
Emma reached behind her almost thoughtlessly and stroked her remaining wing. Her hand was covered with glitter when she pulled it away.
“My wing will be gone, and after that I’m on the express train to Hades.”
Jason tried to ignore the fear in her eyes. Everything seems normal now. Is your task with me finished?
“No! No, it’s not. You’re a genius. Of course! We’ve been to your past, and we’re looking at your completely sucktastic present.”
Some things here are very fantastic. He interrupted her with his thought. He pictured her kiss again — the last one, the one that had tickled his barren soul.
She walked forward and put her glittering hand on his. “The future! The future’s next. We’ll get to see if we’re successful or not!” She curled her wing around him.
Before he could become enveloped in her scent and her power, Jason shook his head. Can Everett stop this?
“Everything’s up for grabs, but the mission is always the same: three capsules of time to be investigated. We have to try.”
He held on to her hand more tightly, knowing the disquieting time travel was about to hit. She put her lips on his and they watched as the snowy, blue day inked up with darkness. Twirling, whooshing, and the feeling he might come out of his skin surrounded him. The thud was violent this time, and Jason fell onto his back. Emma landed on top of him. The smell from the future was overwhelming. The odor of rotting bark filled the air.
The winter scene was a topsy-turvy kaleidoscope of color. The snow was greenish with gray tints. The sky was a deep, red velvet. The silence hurt their ears.
Where are the animals? Jason thought as soon as he placed the abnormality.
“There are none. No life. Oh my God.” Emma didn’t get up. She looked around, her hair brushing across his face like lace.
A slow, dragging slither captured their attention and broke the alarming silence. From their prone position, the two time travelers watched Dean dragging the corpse of a woman through the snow, leaving a rut.
Jason could not believe his eyes. Dean has killed? He’s not covering his tracks? What the hell?
Emma pinned him down at the shoulders. “Hold tight, we’re going back.” She started to curl her wing again.
“No, Emma! Stop. I need to see where he’s heading. Please? We came all this way — maybe finding out about here will help us then. Or now. Or whatever. Come on, we’ve got to hurry. He’s picking up his pace.”
Jason held tight to Emma’s hand, remembering he had to maintain contact, and dragged her unwillingly behind him. He’s on his way back to our house. How far in the future did you take us?
“One hundred years.” Her voice was flat.
“Well, my brother’s still here, so that’s got to be good, right?” Jason turned to take in her face as she answered.
“No, sweetheart. This won’t be
Emma, what are we going to do now?
“I don’t really know. This is unprecedented. Seraph Gabriel was the failsafe. I don’t know how he lost control.” Emma sighed and stepped away from Jason’s comforting embrace.
Is Everett planning to end the world? Could it possibly be that bad? Jason wanted to keep her in his arms. This talk of Hell and angels made him want her close.
Emma let her feet touch the ground. Her hiking boots left scrolling, star-shaped treads in the soft snow as she began to walk. Jason followed as if she had his heart on a leash.
“Everett wants Earth to be Hell. He wants Heaven to be Hell. He’s like a Devil’s minion.” Emma tilted her head back, and her long, blond curls skimmed her rump. She held her hands to her mouth as if the simple motion would deliver her words to the clouds. “Everett is the Devil’s bitch!” She turned her hands into tight fists. “I can’t think of a way to stop him, Jason.”
Jason hated his next question, but the filter his mouth gave him did not apply to his thoughts. Will you know when your time is up?
Emma reached behind her almost thoughtlessly and stroked her remaining wing. Her hand was covered with glitter when she pulled it away.
“My wing will be gone, and after that I’m on the express train to Hades.”
Jason tried to ignore the fear in her eyes. Everything seems normal now. Is your task with me finished?
“No! No, it’s not. You’re a genius. Of course! We’ve been to your past, and we’re looking at your completely sucktastic present.”
Some things here are very fantastic. He interrupted her with his thought. He pictured her kiss again — the last one, the one that had tickled his barren soul.
She walked forward and put her glittering hand on his. “The future! The future’s next. We’ll get to see if we’re successful or not!” She curled her wing around him.
Before he could become enveloped in her scent and her power, Jason shook his head. Can Everett stop this?
“Everything’s up for grabs, but the mission is always the same: three capsules of time to be investigated. We have to try.”
He held on to her hand more tightly, knowing the disquieting time travel was about to hit. She put her lips on his and they watched as the snowy, blue day inked up with darkness. Twirling, whooshing, and the feeling he might come out of his skin surrounded him. The thud was violent this time, and Jason fell onto his back. Emma landed on top of him. The smell from the future was overwhelming. The odor of rotting bark filled the air.
The winter scene was a topsy-turvy kaleidoscope of color. The snow was greenish with gray tints. The sky was a deep, red velvet. The silence hurt their ears.
Where are the animals? Jason thought as soon as he placed the abnormality.
“There are none. No life. Oh my God.” Emma didn’t get up. She looked around, her hair brushing across his face like lace.
A slow, dragging slither captured their attention and broke the alarming silence. From their prone position, the two time travelers watched Dean dragging the corpse of a woman through the snow, leaving a rut.
Jason could not believe his eyes. Dean has killed? He’s not covering his tracks? What the hell?
Emma pinned him down at the shoulders. “Hold tight, we’re going back.” She started to curl her wing again.
“No, Emma! Stop. I need to see where he’s heading. Please? We came all this way — maybe finding out about here will help us then. Or now. Or whatever. Come on, we’ve got to hurry. He’s picking up his pace.”
Jason held tight to Emma’s hand, remembering he had to maintain contact, and dragged her unwillingly behind him. He’s on his way back to our house. How far in the future did you take us?
“One hundred years.” Her voice was flat.
“Well, my brother’s still here, so that’s got to be good, right?” Jason turned to take in her face as she answered.
“No, sweetheart. This won’t be
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