Page 18 of Fated Angel
Colt joins her, nodding. “One more,” he whispers, worried.
7
Gabby
The sun is low in the sky as Gabby and Colt fly over the sands of the Arabian desert. It creates a sea of gold beneath them, as silent as it is expansive.
Colt told her the history of the Lost City of Omar on the way. Atlantis of the Sands is a legendary lost city thought to have been destroyed by a natural disaster or as a punishment by God. For centuries it was little more than legend, but then a team of archaeologists found it at an excavated site of a Bedouin well. All that’s left of it now is a handful of ruins. Gabby wonders what it must’ve looked like back in Uriel’s time.
And why the cult has brought the final piece of the obsidian here.
The piece that can unite all seven shards.
And then, I will be whole.
Your power will be absolute.
Gabby shoves away the insidious hiss. In the glaring light of day, she can see what the obsidian’s trying to do, and she won’t give into its seductive promises. Not when she knows there would be a cost associated.
One she wouldn’t be willing to pay.
“Over there,” Colt says, his voice carrying over the wind. He’s somber as he points below.
Gabby glances down, registering a faint line through the amber sand. Rows of stones. The ruins of a wall that was no doubt once a mighty protector of the city.
“At least there won’t be many places for the cult to hide,” she murmurs, scanning their surroundings. There’s little more than sand and more sand, punctuated by lines of stone.
“Which doesn’t make sense,” Colt points out. “The cult will protect this final stone to the death.”
If that’s what needs to happen…
Gabby draws in a sharp breath, catching Colt’s attention. She smiles weakly at him, knowing he’s concerned.
And wishing he didn’t have a reason to be.
She tenses, resisting the urge to shake her head. Colt doesn’t have a reason to be worried. She’s stronger than the obsidian. She’s part angel, carrying the essence of Light inside of her. The obsidian can whisper its evil till it goes hoarse. She will never give into it.
She can’t.
“Gabby?” Colt asks. Although his voice is soft, it slices through the noise of the wind, tugging something deep in her chest.
“I’m fine, Colt. Really,” she promises, injecting every ounce of her conviction into those words.
If Colt believes she can’t handle this, if she can’t handle this, then they have no way to power the Spear of Destiny. The Grigori will win.
It’s not an outcome they can afford to entertain. Every life in the three realms depends on it.
Colt nods, moving so his onyx wings brush her alabaster ones. It sends a shiver through Gabby, warming her. Calming her.
Take that, obsidian. You’re no match for a love that’s transcended Heaven and Hell.
“Let’s land here,” Colt suggests, pointing below. “We’re best approaching on foot.”
Gabby agrees. The cult may have access to magic to nullify their cloaking spell. If that’s the case, a shiny white angel and a sexy dark demon soaring above will be like beacons.
They descend, feet sinking into the warm sand as the desert descends into twilight. An irregular rock wall stretches south, more sand banked against the weathered stones.
“The city was large,” Colt says, his eyes roaming past it. “This was the outer wall, used to protect Ubar.”