Free Divinity: The Gathering: Book One by Susan Reid Page B

have to. I have never forgotten my responsibilities or the rules, and I still hold them sacred. He speaks by virtue of his allowance of me to retain and tread both light and dark as well as both wielding it and holding it within my being.  Have Elohim to explain that one to you if you dare to question it.” I pointed out.
    I then turned to face the view I had been watc hing earlier before Drakael arrived, hearing the distant screams of torment echoing through the dense thick, stone forests.
    We all possess superior hearing range; able to hear a single pin drop or whisper both here and in the mortal realm from this plane. That was the only reason I tended to speak among those in my legion telepath ically most of the time. It was necessary here— there were way too many hidden spies and scouts.
    “Did you speak to or interact with her?” He then asked cleverly dodging what I told him.
    “No.” I stated with a blatant semi-glare, semi-eye roll.
    However, I wanted to. I’ve always wanted to, but I was afraid her grandmother would be able to see and call me out easily. She had been gifted as well, and I knew she would not allow me anywhere around her, especially when she was a child. I respected that so I kept my distance.
    Soon though, I would show myself to her regardless of the rules. Her grandmother was no longer living, and her parents were gone too. Her eyes found me, and she looked directly at me. She could obviously sense that I had been standing near her in the outdoor courtyard, though I had been completely cloaked.
    Her gorgeous, innocent child-like, long- lashed sa pphire blue eyes followed my movements, unblinking in awe. I didn’t doubt that she would be able to see me.
    I sighed softly as I watched the dark ones soar across the sky in the far distance, dipping back and forth, diving into the trees and the di stant blue-black horizon with a streak of violet from the reddish moon rising.
    They were all hunting.
    It was more than likely for sport, to please or impress Morning Star with offerings to, suck up.
    Drakael’s sudden harshness broke into my brief reverie, “You love testing the limits of the rules Cam`ael I’m pretty sure you did something to alert her of your presence, how else do you explain her ability to see your signature if you were cloaked?” He then asked.
    I was already growing weary with regret in spite of answering this summoning. I had thought it might have actually been something important or even i nteresting for that matter. If I didn’t do or say something to get rid of him soon…I’d punch him in the face hard enough to send him flying into the mortal realm.
    “If she can see the dark ones and the shadows, why wouldn’t she be able to see me or you?  Granted, since I was cloaked, and she still saw me; I find that intriguing but it’s obvious that she would because she is apparently different from all the others anyway. Even so, I will make sure she sees me in the flesh b efore she dies though. There is no rule against taking on physical form and interaction with mortals as long as it is not to harm, so what difference do any of my actions make?” I smirked.
    Drakael frowned, speechless because he hadn’t anticipated that I still remembered all the rules r egarding both sides let alone, that I continued to hold any kind of regard for them contrary to the majority of other dark fallen.
    “I cannot believe I am saying this to you but for once Cam`ael, can you not be so…caustic?”              
    “Caustic? That would be boring and then I’d become you.” I smiled spitefully.
    He pursed his lips, “You could never be me or like me again.” He stated.
    Drakael and I used to be as close as Rahab, and I still were now, that is until I was cast down. Since then we became and remained virtual strangers just short of enemies as if whatever kinship we had had never existed in the first place. It was the way it was supposed to have been, so I couldn’t be angry