Free Redemption by Randi Cooley Wilson Page B

aback that I don’t know this revelation.
He shifts in his chair. The leather creaks and groans under the
weight.
    “Please,” I answer on a frustrated breath,
knowing the shit’s about to hit the proverbial fan.
    “Are you familiar with divination, Miss
Collins?”
    “Prophecies? I suppose, some. What do they
have to do with Asher and me?”
    “At the order of an archangel, both your and
Asher’s bloodlines were touched, or altered, by Everley, the cherub
angel of ancestry. Your bloodline is actually derived from Eve,
Adam’s second wife, and a light of Heaven. Asher’s lineage is a
result of being altered to include the bloodline of Lilith, Adam’s
first wife, and a demon of darkness. Your combined lines have been
designed to fulfill the divination outlined in the scrolls. The
prophecy states the souls of the daughter of light and the prince
of dark shall join together. United as one, the two will until the
end of days and bring redemption to creation.”
    I just stare at the professor, wondering if
he’s lost his mind, or if this is truth. It’s hard to tell. The
gargoyle is quirky in that, I’m an intellect way , but
scattered in that, loveable doesn’t have an email way . He
reminds me of a scholarly Indiana Jones . Perhaps he smoked
too much in the sixties. That would explain the crazy ass
information he just dropped on me.
    Truthfully, it’s not all that outrageous
given I’m in love with a gargoyle, am being chased by the devil
himself, and most recently found out that I’m the daughter of an
archangel.
    “Miss Collins, are you still with me?” His
tone is less than amused.
    “Sorry, I was absorbing your thoughts on the
divination,” I reply.
    He releases a deep sigh, sensing I’m not
focused. “When you visit with Sorceress Lunette, she will confirm
the divination and show you the scrolls as proof.”
    “This information contradicts what I’ve been
told,” I challenge.
    “I do believe that Priestess Arabella
informed you that your future is not what is being presented as
truth,” he adds. Crap. Again, it’s all a lie.
    “I think…I’ll take that cup of tea now, if
you don’t mind,” I say through a dry throat.
    “Of course.” The professor stands stiffly,
pours then offers a teacup to me. He watches me closely as I allow
the hot liquid to soothe my throat.
    “If I’m following what you’re suggesting
correctly, then Heaven predesigned Asher and me so we’d have a soul
connection? Knowing all along, at some point, we would meet, fall
in love, and save the world?” I reason out loud.
    “I wouldn’t have put it so plainly, Miss-” I
cut him off.
    “The Royal Gargoyle Council of Protectors
would never have granted me Asher’s protection if the prophecy was
true,” I say in a firm tone, watching the professor.
    “Miss Collins, the council does not know
what is written in the scrolls. Garrick, our late king, only made
it known that Asher’s bloodline was of superior lineage. Spinning
it to the council the darkness in him would be beneficial when he
takes the throne. Asher will be the first king who is gifted enough
to defend mankind against ALL demons. The success of his assignment
to protect you is something he is required to fulfill in order to
inherit the throne. It’s a contingency set by the Royal Gargoyle
Council of Protectors. That is all. The ruling body is unaware of
your fates, or each of your parts in the divination of redemption,”
he states.
    “And Michael?”
    Slate grey eyes hold mine. “The archangel
was the one who gave the approval to the cherub to alter both of
your bloodlines with light and dark. Therefore, I would assume the
warrior of Heaven is aware of what is written within the
prophecy.”
    We sit in silence for a brief time while I
absorb everything being said. Sadness looms over me when
realization sets in that not only is Asher drawn to me by the blood
bond as my protector. But now, if the divination is true, this was
all a big plan. So that