Sinister Seraphim of Mine (Overworld Chronicles Book 8) by John Corwin Page A
Authors: John Corwin
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Conroy. She must be exhausted, or at the least, mentally unhinged. We need to strike while she's weak and before she has a chance to empower any Brightlings."
"I agree," Nightliss said. "She has her limits. Even my pretentious, overindulged sister needs sleep, normal food, and recovery time."
I gave Nightliss an understanding look. "She was the spoiled brat of the family?"
"Always." Nightliss's lower lip quivered. "She was born an instant before me. She had the beautiful blonde hair, the fair skin, and above all, the Brightling affinity."
"Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!"
Nightliss gave me a confused look. "Who is this Marsha?"
"Uh, never mind." I checked my watch and realized it was almost dinner time. "What time are we going on our mission?"
"I've dispatched a scout to take pictures of the area," Elyssa said. "At midnight, we'll use the omniarch to open a portal in a safe place around Kobol Prison. I'll have to inspect their defenses before we infiltrate."
Nightliss touched her shoulder. "Elyssa, your father and I would like to speak with you."
My girlfriend raised an eyebrow. "About what?"
"Your role in the Templars."
Elyssa's other eyebrow climbed to join the first. "I thought my role was pretty clear. I'm a sergeant in officer training."
Nightliss gave her a gentle smile. "While we know your rank, your actual role has been anything but clear. Since I became Clarion of the Borathen Templars, I realized the new organizational structure has many gaps and holes." She opened her mouth as if to continue and frowned. "I do not wish to go into further detail without your father present."
"He's coming here?" Elyssa asked.
"Or we can take the portal there," Nightliss said.
Elyssa pursed her lips. "Let's do it tomorrow."
"Very well," the angel said. "I will go rest a while in preparation for tonight."
"I'll go talk to Mom," I said.
Elyssa pecked me on the lips. "I'll be in the war room."
I headed toward the front of the house and saw Ivy sitting alone in the den, eyes on the floor, shoulders slumped. I dropped onto the couch next to her.
"Are you okay?"
She looked up at me with big, sad eyes and shook her head. "I never have anyone to play with."
I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and hugged her. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Hopefully, some of the cupids will play with you when they grow up a little more." Unfortunately, I knew that was just a short-term solution since the rapid aging of the reborn Seraphim would carry them to adulthood within a couple of months, leaving my poor sister lonely again.
She wiped away the tears. "I know, but all the other kids have best friends they get to grow up with. I don't have anybody who wants to grow up with me. They think I'm weird."
I gave her another squeeze. "You're not weird. You weren't given a normal childhood, Ivy. Jeremiah and Eliza never gave you a chance to socialize."
A fresh pair of tears rolled down her cheeks. "So I'm screwed? I'll never have friends?" She buried her face in my chest and sobbed.
I stroked her hair. "No, that's not what I meant at all. It's never too late to make friends." I kissed the top of her head. "I'm your friend."
She looked up at me. "But you're my brother."
"That doesn't mean we can't be friends, does it?"
Ivy looked at me for a long moment before shrugging. "I guess not."
I handed her a tissue. "Clean off that messy face." I smiled. "Maybe we can go get ice cream again real soon."
"I'd like that," she said, wiping her eyes and nose. She grinned. "You know how to make me feel better, Justin."
"That's what big brothers are for," I said, feeling tears of my own trying to well up. It felt so good to be able to say those words. I'd been through hell and back trying to fix my family. It was amazing having a sister.
"Well, if it isn't my two most favorite people in the world." said a familiar voice from behind us.
We both jerked around and saw Dad standing in the doorway. He offered us his customary grin. "What's with the teary face,
"I agree," Nightliss said. "She has her limits. Even my pretentious, overindulged sister needs sleep, normal food, and recovery time."
I gave Nightliss an understanding look. "She was the spoiled brat of the family?"
"Always." Nightliss's lower lip quivered. "She was born an instant before me. She had the beautiful blonde hair, the fair skin, and above all, the Brightling affinity."
"Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!"
Nightliss gave me a confused look. "Who is this Marsha?"
"Uh, never mind." I checked my watch and realized it was almost dinner time. "What time are we going on our mission?"
"I've dispatched a scout to take pictures of the area," Elyssa said. "At midnight, we'll use the omniarch to open a portal in a safe place around Kobol Prison. I'll have to inspect their defenses before we infiltrate."
Nightliss touched her shoulder. "Elyssa, your father and I would like to speak with you."
My girlfriend raised an eyebrow. "About what?"
"Your role in the Templars."
Elyssa's other eyebrow climbed to join the first. "I thought my role was pretty clear. I'm a sergeant in officer training."
Nightliss gave her a gentle smile. "While we know your rank, your actual role has been anything but clear. Since I became Clarion of the Borathen Templars, I realized the new organizational structure has many gaps and holes." She opened her mouth as if to continue and frowned. "I do not wish to go into further detail without your father present."
"He's coming here?" Elyssa asked.
"Or we can take the portal there," Nightliss said.
Elyssa pursed her lips. "Let's do it tomorrow."
"Very well," the angel said. "I will go rest a while in preparation for tonight."
"I'll go talk to Mom," I said.
Elyssa pecked me on the lips. "I'll be in the war room."
I headed toward the front of the house and saw Ivy sitting alone in the den, eyes on the floor, shoulders slumped. I dropped onto the couch next to her.
"Are you okay?"
She looked up at me with big, sad eyes and shook her head. "I never have anyone to play with."
I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and hugged her. "I'm sorry, sweetie. Hopefully, some of the cupids will play with you when they grow up a little more." Unfortunately, I knew that was just a short-term solution since the rapid aging of the reborn Seraphim would carry them to adulthood within a couple of months, leaving my poor sister lonely again.
She wiped away the tears. "I know, but all the other kids have best friends they get to grow up with. I don't have anybody who wants to grow up with me. They think I'm weird."
I gave her another squeeze. "You're not weird. You weren't given a normal childhood, Ivy. Jeremiah and Eliza never gave you a chance to socialize."
A fresh pair of tears rolled down her cheeks. "So I'm screwed? I'll never have friends?" She buried her face in my chest and sobbed.
I stroked her hair. "No, that's not what I meant at all. It's never too late to make friends." I kissed the top of her head. "I'm your friend."
She looked up at me. "But you're my brother."
"That doesn't mean we can't be friends, does it?"
Ivy looked at me for a long moment before shrugging. "I guess not."
I handed her a tissue. "Clean off that messy face." I smiled. "Maybe we can go get ice cream again real soon."
"I'd like that," she said, wiping her eyes and nose. She grinned. "You know how to make me feel better, Justin."
"That's what big brothers are for," I said, feeling tears of my own trying to well up. It felt so good to be able to say those words. I'd been through hell and back trying to fix my family. It was amazing having a sister.
"Well, if it isn't my two most favorite people in the world." said a familiar voice from behind us.
We both jerked around and saw Dad standing in the doorway. He offered us his customary grin. "What's with the teary face,
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