wondered.
“Probably not,” Gabe agreed. “I’ve probably been enough of a bot her already. I don’t want to be any more trouble. ”
“Oh, no you don’t,” Ava said to him in a warning tone . “You told me you would stay. It’s no trouble. It’s the opposite of no trouble. It’s what I want. I was thinking we could drive through town today. Maybe something will flicker in your memory.”
“While you’re at it, get that boy a decent razor,” Molly commanded . “Although,” she said, her face scrunching in confusion, “you can’t even tell you nicked yourself.” She leaned closer. “That’s odd, your face—”
“Well!” Ava cried as she jumped to her feet. “Gabe’s breakfast is getting cold. He and I have a lot of talking to do so you should probably…”
“We should go,” Julia finished for her.
Ava nodded and Molly finally pulled her attention away from Gabe. She stood, going to give Ava a hug. “For whatever it’s worth, I’m glad he’s back.”
“Thanks,” Ava said, returning the hug.
When Ava released her, Molly took hold of Gabe and tugged him to the door.
“You need to listen to me. I know that you have no reason to believe me when I say this, but Ava? She’s the most genuinely kind, sweetest, most honest and caring person I have ever met. She loves you and everything I said? When it comes to you, you can multiple it by ten. By a hundred. You can trust her. She would do anything for you. This past month,” Molly shook her head, “I can’t even put into words how hard this was for her. She was devastated.”
Gabe said nothing, raptly listening to Molly as she spoke. His eyes did dart to Ava. His heart tumbled in his chest at the sight of her speaking softly with Julia and he quickly looked away.
“It’s obvious you need her right now. What I’m not sure you understand is just how much she needs you ,” Molly informed him.
Chapter 7
Gabe nodded slowly, mulling over the story of his past.
Ava’s body was a burning bundle of nerves as she waited for his reaction of disbelief. She was preparing to do something trite such as utter a “just kidding.” But to her relief, Gabe didn’t look all that skeptical.
He had eaten his reheated pancakes and then they had settled onto the couch where Ava told him as much as she’d dared. She didn’t want to overload him with information. Just the realization that his dad was a demon and that he—along with his estranged brother—was a Nephilim, Ava had been sure, would be more than he could handle.
When she had told him that his father had been locked in a mystical cage and was now sa fely entombed in the depths of Hell, he had not even flinched. He had, however, looked upset when she’d told him what little she knew of his past. She tried to be gentle when she’d told him he had done things that were so awful that he would not even admit them to her.
She wouldn’t have told him that much but she didn’t know how else to explain how he had ended up choosing repentance in The Abyss without giving him some kind of background. So, she’d told him as little as possible.
All in all, he had taken it well.
Meaning he had not jumped off the couch and called her crazy, insane or a raving lunatic.
Yet.
Then again, with his memory gone, perhaps he didn’t remember that something like that would be very, very out of the ordinary.
“It doesn’t sound familiar but it doesn’t…it doesn’t sound impossible to me either,” he finally admitted.
Ava released the breath she’d been holding hostage.
“How do you think I ended up here?” he finally asked. “I mean, I chose The Abyss? H ow did I come back?”
It was the one thing he’d questioned that she didn’t have an answer to.
“I honestly don’t know.
Anat Admati, Martin Hellwig