Free Full Moon by W.J. May Page A

thing for sure, Caleb
is different than us.”
    “ Caleb’s one, too?” This was
unbelievable .
    “ We all are. Sarah found Grace and me. She met Caleb later and
they gave each other their Siorghra.” He tapped his head, as if
trying to knock out a noise.
    I thought about how similar Sarah, Grace and Michael looked
with their tanned skin. Except Caleb’s so…
so dark . Well, he was pale, but he seemed…
I didn’t know. Maybe he came from the bad guys. The only thing he
had in common was –“You all have blue eyes.” So they’re some kind of immortal.
    Michael’s
brows went up in surprise. “Grace and I had brown. They turned blue
when we died.”
    “ What? Dead?” I rubbed the heel of my palm against my
forehead. “Slow down a bit. I think I’m missing something
here.”
    He sighed.
“Grace and I didn’t know until we were killed.”
    Killed?

Chapter
8
    “ What?” My back burned near my left shoulder blade. I reached
behind and rubbed the muscles. Could this
conversation get any stranger? Was I
actually starting to believe him?
    “ That’s the worst thing about being one of us, being a
slightly Nephilim. You don’t know until you’re dead.”
    “ Nympho?” Wait. That didn’t sound
right . My cheeks went hot.
    Michael
laughed. “I’m not a nymphomaniac – at least, I don’t think so.
We’re sort of Nephilim. Fallen angels. Only a small, tiny part,
we’re also something else.” He paused. “It’s really
complicated.”
    I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. What could I say?
    “ You know, I’ve never told anyone.” He swallowed and rolled
his eyes at the ceiling. “Caleb’s going to peel a layer of skin off
me when he finds out I’ve told you.”
    “ That’s horrible!” Caleb was a monster, probably related to
the Grollics.
    “ Not literally. He’s just going to be pissed.”
    I stood,
feeling the need to get my bearings. Everything felt backwards. I
rolled my shoulders trying to get the burning muscles on my left
side to relax. “This is way too much.” I rubbed my eyes, not caring
if my makeup smudged.
    “ I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything. The world’s
complicated enough and I just threw more confusion into it.”
Michael checked his watch. “It’s getting late. I guess we should
probably head back to the house.” He pulled his ear. “Sheesh! Grace
won’t let up. She wants to know where we are and if everything’s
all right.”
    “ Say what?”
    He chuckled, breaking the intensity of the moment. “Might as
well spill it all. It’s different between Grace and me. We’re
twins, born and killed at the same time. Caleb’s never seen it before. And
he’s seen a lot.
    I basically
filed most of what he said into my brain to try and think about
later. I stuck to the basics. “So, you can read her mind because of
it?”
    “ Sort of. Grace and I are kind of unique - like talking on the
phone without the phone. We can tune each other out whenever we
want. I can’t read Grace’s private thoughts anymore than she can
read mine.”
    Despite the
seriousness of the situation, I giggled. “I got a feeling you tune
her out a lot more than she does you.”
    “ A little.” He smiled, his eyes flashing.
    “ Why do you all have the exact same eye color?”
    Michael
glanced at the pendant around my neck. “Caleb figures when we die,
our blood loses its oxygen. Blood turns blue without oxygen.”
    Like our
veins. “You don’t age? If you’ve been around for a hundred and
forty years and Caleb’s been around for, like, forever…”
    “ You remain the age you were at the time of your
death.”
    “ But you and Grace are so young.”
    “ Long story.” He checked his watch again. “Too long to get
into tonight.”
    I planted my
legs and crossed my arms. This was way too fascinating to have him
just tell me a little and say it’s time to go. “I’m not finished. I
have more questions.” I hadn’t even started to scratch the surface.
“What’s with