Genesis (The Legend of Glory Book 3) by Devin O'Branagan Page B
Authors: Devin O'Branagan
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universal angelic “not allowed to tell you” gesture.
“My baby has a role in that, doesn’t she?”
More head shaking.
I had always thought that angels were messengers of God. I guess this band of angels hadn’t read the same guidebook. They were assigned to protect me, but they couldn’t interfere with my free will or human events. Angels were overrated. “The scientists of the NWO down in Arizona, do they know about Gen?”
Sasha looked at Lailah, and the elder angel said, “That’s something we don’t know. If the demons are aware of her, it’s possible the scientists are, too. They’re allies.”
“Great. Just great.” I thought about the fact that the seemingly omniscient Caretakers had arranged some serious interspecies social networking during the pandemic. They were the ones who assigned Dominic, Zane, and Kaia to be my bodyguards. Maybe they could reconnect me with my old teacher. “Could you please ask the Caretakers to help me find Professor Greenberg? He’s with the good scientists who are working against the NWO .”
A small smile played on Lailah’s lips. “Carry on,” she said before she disappeared.
We all shared a common sigh of relief at her sudden absence.
“Glad you thought of that,” Sasha said.
“How come angels can teleport, or whatever you call it, without a brilliant flash of light?” I asked. “Sometimes you guys light up like comets hitting the atmosphere.”
“If an angel is shifting from human to divine form, there’s light.” Sasha said. “If an angel is maintaining the physical form there isn’t.”
“So she’s off to see the Caretakers somewhere here on Earth? They live here?” I asked.
Sasha gave a half-shrug. “We don’t have access to their realm, so we meet on common ground here. I can’t tell you where that is, though.”
Of course not.
Dominic came up behind me and kissed the top of my head. “You ready for dinner?”
I leaned back and looked up. His movie-star good looks never failed to make my heart skip a beat. Dark hair, dark eyes, gorgeous smile. I thought about Sasha’s beauty and Lailah’s stunning looks and figured it was a species thing. Angels might be overrated, but they were blessed.
I smiled at him. “It smells good.”
He bent and placed a light kiss by my swollen eye. “After dinner, ice on that.”
It wasn’t the first black eye I would get from fighting the good fight. And I had a feeling there were far worse wounds yet to come.
CHAPTER FIVE
)o( )o( )o(
Before becoming a vampire, four-year-old Joy had been Belle Starr James, sister of Glory’s best friend, Jesse James. Influenced by Nyx, given mixed messages about evil by his whacky parents, and in a desperate attempt to cope with his own fears and insecurities, Jesse chose to become a demon. He celebrated his initiation by throwing Belle Starr to her death off the bridge above the Blood Mother River, and the Goth Girls turned her into a vampire before her spirit left her body.
Rory had been there that night. With the exception of Zane, all of the light warriors in Glory’s circle had been there: Kaia, Evan, and Raven; Dominic, Sasha, and Rebekah; and the Goth Girls. Glory was the one who insisted Belle Starr be turned because she believed that a cure for the vampire virus would be discovered soon. At least that course of action provided hope for the child’s future.
No one outside Glory’s circle of friends knew Joy’s true identity.
The night of Belle Starr’s death, Glory had a vision where Bo had implied he wanted Joy, but to steal her right from the home of the Goth Girls? Beyond bold. And now she was a pawn in the game between rival vampires.
“Yeah, I’m sure Bo has her,” Rory told Zane when she phoned him back. “Got your message and had a flash of her with him and his gang.” Rory, who prided herself as being unflappable, was flapped. She had seen Bo do terrible things to the
“My baby has a role in that, doesn’t she?”
More head shaking.
I had always thought that angels were messengers of God. I guess this band of angels hadn’t read the same guidebook. They were assigned to protect me, but they couldn’t interfere with my free will or human events. Angels were overrated. “The scientists of the NWO down in Arizona, do they know about Gen?”
Sasha looked at Lailah, and the elder angel said, “That’s something we don’t know. If the demons are aware of her, it’s possible the scientists are, too. They’re allies.”
“Great. Just great.” I thought about the fact that the seemingly omniscient Caretakers had arranged some serious interspecies social networking during the pandemic. They were the ones who assigned Dominic, Zane, and Kaia to be my bodyguards. Maybe they could reconnect me with my old teacher. “Could you please ask the Caretakers to help me find Professor Greenberg? He’s with the good scientists who are working against the NWO .”
A small smile played on Lailah’s lips. “Carry on,” she said before she disappeared.
We all shared a common sigh of relief at her sudden absence.
“Glad you thought of that,” Sasha said.
“How come angels can teleport, or whatever you call it, without a brilliant flash of light?” I asked. “Sometimes you guys light up like comets hitting the atmosphere.”
“If an angel is shifting from human to divine form, there’s light.” Sasha said. “If an angel is maintaining the physical form there isn’t.”
“So she’s off to see the Caretakers somewhere here on Earth? They live here?” I asked.
Sasha gave a half-shrug. “We don’t have access to their realm, so we meet on common ground here. I can’t tell you where that is, though.”
Of course not.
Dominic came up behind me and kissed the top of my head. “You ready for dinner?”
I leaned back and looked up. His movie-star good looks never failed to make my heart skip a beat. Dark hair, dark eyes, gorgeous smile. I thought about Sasha’s beauty and Lailah’s stunning looks and figured it was a species thing. Angels might be overrated, but they were blessed.
I smiled at him. “It smells good.”
He bent and placed a light kiss by my swollen eye. “After dinner, ice on that.”
It wasn’t the first black eye I would get from fighting the good fight. And I had a feeling there were far worse wounds yet to come.
CHAPTER FIVE
)o( )o( )o(
Before becoming a vampire, four-year-old Joy had been Belle Starr James, sister of Glory’s best friend, Jesse James. Influenced by Nyx, given mixed messages about evil by his whacky parents, and in a desperate attempt to cope with his own fears and insecurities, Jesse chose to become a demon. He celebrated his initiation by throwing Belle Starr to her death off the bridge above the Blood Mother River, and the Goth Girls turned her into a vampire before her spirit left her body.
Rory had been there that night. With the exception of Zane, all of the light warriors in Glory’s circle had been there: Kaia, Evan, and Raven; Dominic, Sasha, and Rebekah; and the Goth Girls. Glory was the one who insisted Belle Starr be turned because she believed that a cure for the vampire virus would be discovered soon. At least that course of action provided hope for the child’s future.
No one outside Glory’s circle of friends knew Joy’s true identity.
The night of Belle Starr’s death, Glory had a vision where Bo had implied he wanted Joy, but to steal her right from the home of the Goth Girls? Beyond bold. And now she was a pawn in the game between rival vampires.
“Yeah, I’m sure Bo has her,” Rory told Zane when she phoned him back. “Got your message and had a flash of her with him and his gang.” Rory, who prided herself as being unflappable, was flapped. She had seen Bo do terrible things to the
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