Free Seventh Mark (Part 1 +2) by W.J. May

up.” He waited,
obviously wanting me to guess.
    “Okay,” I said
slowly. “You’re a soul returned back to earth. Or, you’re living
some reincarnated life?”
    “No. I’m part…”
He began pacing again.
    Something
clicked in the back of my mind. “Angel?”
    “Sort of.” He
threw his hands in the air. “This is so hard to explain. Grace used
to joke about angels, saying we were distant third cousins, once
removed.”
    “An angel raped
your mother?” That didn’t make sense. Impossible.
    “I know what
you’re thinking, but not all angels are good. They come from both
ends of the spectrum. We’re not angels. My mother was not an angel.
We still don’t know the entire process or what exactly created us.
We think it may have something to do with fallen ones but aren’t
completely sure. One 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