Free Revisited (Redemption Series) by Lindsey Gray

repeatedly reassured him that you would be fine, but he needed to see it with his own eyes to believe it.” Peter nudged her shoulder with his. “You are special because you are the best parts of both of them: strength, beauty, intelligence, and most of all, a pure heart.”
    “Ha!” Becca laughed. “My heart has been un-pure on more than one occasion.”
    “Regardless, you are Sam and Anne’s daughter, and because of that you are presented with a choice.”
    “Is this the part where you ask me if I’m prepared for the responsibilities I’m about to be offered?”
    “In a nutshell.” Peter smirked as he took her bottle and placed it on the pew next to his own. “What do you say?”
    She took a deep breath, wiped her cheeks one last time, and stood. “I’m ready.”
    He stood next to her and took her hand. “Every journey begins with that first step. This is yours.” He led her to the door behind the altar and out.
    The door closed behind them and Becca took in the scene, which she knew was not supposed to be there. “What the . . . ?”
    Peter smiled and pulled her toward the small pond resting at the base of a fifteen-foot waterfall. It was as if a tropical paradise was integrated into the French countryside. It was a bit unnatural, but somehow seamlessly brought together to look like it had always been there.
    “Just take off your shoes, then go wade in the middle. It’s not deep and there are no creepy crawlies in there.”
    Becca chuckled as she slipped off her shoes. “Did you just say ‘creepy crawlies’? Really?”
    “Just trust me.”
    “Okay.” Becca walked to the edge of the pond and dipped a toe in. A warm current traveled up her leg and throughout the rest of her body. She instantly craved the warmth and walked in further, soaking her jeans and T-shirt.
    She made it to the middle of the pond where the water hit her just beneath the bust line. She was awed at the feeling of the soothing warm water pulsing around her.
    She looked back at Peter as he focused on her and she saw him clench his hands at his sides. She raised her arms to let them rest on the water’s surface. After a moment of nothing, she began to wonder if anything would happen.
    As Peter was about to begin his part of the day’s events, Becca was violently pulled under.
    Peter rushed into the water to find her, but even he couldn’t locate her.
    Becca felt a slight burn, but nothing she would consider harmful to her lungs. She felt weightless under the water, with no pain, no fear, only a sense of bliss. She drifted toward the surface then broke through it.
    Peter stood back as Becca rose above the pond’s surface and hovered above it. Her toes were the only things touching the water and they made small ripples. Her body gave off a soft glow, which bounced off the water droplets and floated around her in the mist from the waterfall.
    Stunned and amazed, Peter got out of the water and stood on the bank of the pond. In the eons before where he had led Nephilim to that very pond, what transpired had never before occurred.
    Becca kept her eyes closed as she moved through the air until she came to rest beside the pond.
    “Becca?” Peter rushed to her side and tapped her cheeks. “Are you all right?”
    She opened her eyes and turned to look at him. “Wow,” she said with a smile. She flexed all the muscles in her arms and legs, and found a new sense of strength within them. “I feel different, but good. Relaxed.”
    “Thank goodness that’s—” Peter broke off his own words when he brought her into a tight embrace. “I thought I had lost you there for a minute.”
    She pulled back. “Why?” 
    “That has never happened before. I told you that you were different, but I had assumed this part would be the same.” He hugged her closely and placed his face in the crook of her neck.
    “I’m fine. Better than fine, actually. Am I supposed to be able to breathe underwater?”
    Peter snickered. “No, I guess you